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… stands upright , half smiling , with his face towards the blast , My voice is weak and cannot reach as far as you , my dear . Hide your eyes , hide your eyes , and look from him if you can ! His face shines pale beneath the moonlit skies For he is sick at heart for home , yet proud to be a man But oh his guileless baby mouth , his open childlike eyes 206
Aelfrida Tillyard . * TO A KING 'S MAN . W HEN gazing deep down in your eyes VV I feel your look is like a touch To wake the love that sleeping lies . When gazing deep down in your eyes I see the limbs of love arise And shrink back lest I see too much . When gazing deep down in your eyes I feel your look is like a touch . * ARCHITECTURE . STOOD within a city church at eve, And from the street outside there rose a roar, That beat in many a wave against the door, As if some sea of torment sought reprieve . I almost feared the flood of sound would…
…ove not the dead o'ermuch ... Love with light step passes ... ... 21 206 213 196 204 170 194 Majestic as lone ruins reared of old ... My eyes are blue with gazing on thy deeps My heart is like a meadow ... My son is mine no more .. . .. . Night stirs but wakens not ... Nothing of strange or exquisite or rare Now your grey eyes are filled with tears .. . O brilliant blossoms that strew my way O dearest , if the touch of common things O eyes that stop the souls of men
Rupert Brooke . DAY THAT I HAVE LOVED . TENDERLY , day that I have loved , I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow , and fold your thin , dead hands. The grey veils of the half -light deepen ; colour dies . I bear you , a light burden , to the shrouded sands , Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the seas making Mist -garlanded , with all grey weeds of the water crowned . There you 'll be laid , past fear of sleep or hope of waking ; And over the unmoving sea , without a sound , Faint hands will row you outward , out beyond our sig…
RUPERT BROOKE . IN EXAMINATION . TO ! From quiet skies L In through the window my Lord the Sun ! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold , The golden glory that drowned and crowned me Eddied and swayed through the room . . . Around me, To left and to right , Hunched figures and old , Dull blear -eyed scribbling fools, grew fair , Ringed round and haloed with holy light. Flame lit on their hair , And their burning eyes grew young and wise , Each as a God , or King of Kings , White robed and bright ( Still scribbling all ); And a f…
… brazen chain ; Far from the change that men call life ; fled higher Into the world immutable of sleep , We see our loved one , and vain eyes desire In vain to weep . Woeful our gaze , if on lone Earth descendent , To view the absence of yon flame afar Yet in the Heavens , anew , divine , resplendent , Behold a star ! One light the less , that steady flamed and even Amid the dusk of Earth 's uncertain shore ; One light the less , but in Jehovah 's Heaven One star the more ! THE CHALLENGE . TOW your grey eyes are filled with tears ; Your hands a…
James Elroy Flecker . MARY MAGDALEN . o EYES that strip the souls of men ! There came to me the Magdalen : Her blue robe with a cord was bound , Her hair with knotted ivy crowned . " Arise ," she said , " God calls for thee , Turned to new paths thy feet must be. Leave the fever and the feast, Leave the friend thou lovest best; For thou must walk in barefoot ways, On hills, where God is near to praise . Then answered I, “ Sweet Magdalen , God 's servant, once beloved of men , Why didst thou change old ways for new , Thy trailing red for corded …
… needs me not . A man Needs but himself , and right ; but I — but I I need a child ; I need to hush its cry , And be the god on whom its eyes are set . * THE IRISH POET . M Y eyes are blue with gazing on thy deeps , IV My hair is rippled by thy wind , O sea , My lullaby thy song that never sleeps , As thou art limitless , so am I free . O sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . 194
…he who gives birth in woe . .. Shining ones awake ; we seek your chosen temples . . . .. . . . . Softly she rises, with a child 's clear eyes ... Something of joy I feel and something fear .. . So , my proud soul, so you , whose shining force Tenderly , day that I have loved, I close your eyes . .. . . . . .. . . . . . . The agelong rest of trees swept wide and far The cool December breezes ... The fragrant gateways of the Dawn ... , The haunted image -bearing minds of men . .. The King cried , “ Bring me colour , the heart's wine .. . . . . ..…
…e the hunter of his furs , All the wide world awaiting him , all folk Glad at his coming , only I must weep ; Rest he or sink , my weary eyes invoke Only the respite of a little sleep ; Sleep , just a little space of sleep , to rest The fevered head and cool the aching eyes ; Sleep for a space , to fall upon the breast Of the dear God , that He may sympathize . Long has the day drawn out ; a bitter frost Sparkles along the streets ; the shipping heaves With the slow murmur of the sea , half lost In the last rustle of forgotten leaves . Over the…
Aelfrida Tillyard . Was all resistless borne. I oped my eyes . There were two doctors near, Resolute and grave . To myself I seemed No more myself but some strange battlefield , Whereon they fought against an unseen foe . I saw my mother ; and him whose love had made My life an ecstasy of joy and pain . Between these two an angel stood , all grey , With grey wings softer than a seamew 's breast And eyes all shrouded from the gaze of men . " Lo , this is Death ,” I mused , “ all robed in grey ." And still th' enchanted drowsy stream flowed on, B…
…ime was made, Worlds crept into being Young and afraid . Slowly , by beauty , His creatures grew wise, Slow dawned its wonder On opening eyes . Men watched adoring His waters roll , Deep flowed His colours Through sense and soul . Moan of creation Rapture that stirs — Blindly they learned it, Years upon years . Till clearly one spirit Cried on His Name From all her lovely And earthly frame .
…her head, And gazes through the casement at the sea . Full-winged the lovely thoughts begin to glide Across the calm blue surface of her eyes. The windows of her soul are open wide Toward the morning and the summer skies . Emerging from the portal of the night, She lingers with one foot upon the way , Then springs, a sudden vision of delight, Swift, with her arms outstretched , to meet the day . 132
Dermot Freyer . * THE BUCCANEER . CIVE me the nectar of your lips, - The bales of splendour in your eyes , And I will leave the deep -sea ships Their meaner merchandise . Give me the red gold of your hair , The ivory of your white hands , And I will sign a truce and swear To pillage no man 's lands. Give me the tempests of your love , The love -dark lightning of your smile , And I will seek no treasure -trove Buried in South Sea isle. The high seas of your heart shall be A new , more splendid Spanish Main ; Thereon will I set sail : for me Not …
…knew His weakness called me to be strong ; I knew that I must travel where He trod ; And that , although the path be hard and long , His eyes would pierce me yet , alive with song . It has been so: and never did I doubt His word that lakeside morning by the fire ; First battle ; then the song of them that shout ! Go quickly , lad ; they come to lead me out . 99
… a man , Wandering by the sea , And desire through him ran Misty white was she . There he wooed her , wooed her long , Till , within her eyes , Where were erst moonshine and song , Dawned in slow surprise 158
… turned their faces hard and bold And brown and freshened by the cold , And stared at me in gypsy wise With shrewd , unfriendly , savage eyes. No word they said , no more dared I , And so we passed each other by The only living things that met In all those miles of mist and wet .
Victor B . Neuburg . THE CREATION OF EVE. (After Blake ' s Picture .) SOFTLY she rises , with a child 's clear eyes ; The male still sleeps , the god instructeth her Who , with his fellows , did of late confer On her , who should complete this paradise ; In perfect wisdom he has made her rise ; She stands new - born , the utmost worshipper , For in her being 's depths doth slowly stir The royal knowledge : she is wholly wise . The mystic moon o' erhangs her , whence of late The gods to earth transferred their charge , and she , The perfect Moth…
…, home to bed , Mary rises from the dead. Just her very self again Mary rises , prim and plain . Jimmy, scared to death almost, Shut his eyes to hide the ghost . Mary cried to him : “ Never fear , I won 't hurt you , Jimmy dear : It's only Mary , poor Mary Ford , Tired of resting in the Lord . 182
…he streets of Camden Town, I splendid in my suit of black And she divine in brown. Hers was a proud and noble face, A secret heart , and eyes Like water in a lonely place Beneath unclouded skies . A bed , a chest, a faded mat And broken chairs a few , Were all we had to grace our flat In Hazel Avenue . But I could walk to Hampstead Heath And crown her head with daisies, And watch the streaming world beneath And men with other Maisies . When I was ill and she was pale And empty stood our store , She left the latchkey on its nail And saw me never…