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1913 · PDF PAGE 141

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

H . O . Meredith . “ There is a chaos throned above the throne, Law is the servant of no destiny : Law is a shadow thrown From shapes of things by fires of Anarchy . Formless are the fires , unconfined , Neither obedient to their own desires, Nor serving other mind . They are and are not , neither live nor die ; Nor quicken , nor consume truth or lie : All things reveal them , nothing can illume ." 122

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1913 · PDF PAGE 194

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…ied , Supreme immortal suicide. Yes, sleepless nature soundless flings Invisible grapples round the soul, Drawing her through the web of things To the primal end of her journeyings , Her ultimate and constant pole . For Beauty with her hands that beckon Is but the Prophet of a Higher, A flaming and ephemeral beacon , A Phoenix perishing by fire . Herself from us herself estranges , Herself her mighty tale doth kill , That all things change yet nothing changes , That all things move yet all are still . 175

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1913 · PDF PAGE 147

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…les of Greece ), etc., etc .) THE haunted image - bearing minds of men 1 Born in these northern spheres , Are blinded by the crowding of things dreamed Upon things seen . To us Thought sinks not mistless on the shapes of things , Clear as the day ; but harsh And driven to boldness in the city - night , Straining beyond herself She makes strange dreams of her bewilderment . Of such race are you not ; For you , untripped by unseen snares , in light Can see the simple truth As it has been through centuries in those isles Which neither live nor die…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 50

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

RICHARD BUXTON . SONNET. DEAREST, if the touch of common things Can taint our love or wither , let it die . The fre' est hearted lark that soars and sings Soon after dawn amid a dew - brushed sky Takes song from love and knows well where love lies , Hid in the grass ," the dear domestic nest , The secret , splendid , common paradise . The strangest joys are not the loveliest : Passion far - sought is dead when it is found , But love that 's born of intimate common things Cries with a voice of splendour , with a sound That over stranger feeling …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 138

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…se him well .” VI . “ There is a chaos throned above the throne Law is the servant of no destiny : Law is a shadow thrown From shapes of things by fires of Anarchy . Formless are the fires , unconfined , Neither obedient to their own desires Nor serving other mind . They are and are not ; neither live nor die ; Nor quicken , nor consume truth or lie : All things reveal them , nothing can illume .” So spake the voice on a night , 119

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1913 · PDF PAGE 97

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…n my window : from the sill I watched sweet lands , where Autumn light new - born Swayed through the trees and lingered on the hill . If things so lovely are , why labour still To dream of something more than this I see ? Do I remember tales of Galilee , I who have slain my faith , and freed my will ? Let me forget dead faith , dead mystery , Dead thoughts of things I cannot comprehend . Enough the light mysterious in the tree , Enough the friendship of my chosen friend . 78

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1913 · PDF PAGE 216

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…way . But yet if e'er I durst to look Into some strange man 's eyes, Thou wouldst be just as Jewish God , Impassive as the skies . * TWO THINGS. TWO things I ask of you , and they are these, When all my little deeds and I are dead , And life's last wave has gathered o'er my head , Forget me, as you would forget the breeze That sudden stirs at nightfall in the trees And with the first bright peep of stars is Aled. My soul starts out alone without a dread And longs to drink oblivion to the lees . But if from out my sombre life I flung Some spark …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 191

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…hat is this power that comes to my sight That I see a night without the night, That I see them clear , yet look them through The silvery things and the darkly blue, That the solid wall seems soft as death , A wavering and unanchored wraith , And rails that shine and stones that stream Unsubstantial as a dream ? What sudden door has opened so, What hand has passed , that I should know This moving vision not of trance That melts the globe of circumstance, This sight that marks not least or most And makes a stone a passing ghost ? Is it that a yea…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 63

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… 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 .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 65

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…e breeze that mocks My ear, and waves his old majestic locks About his head . There fell upon my ear ; “ O soul contemplative of distant things , Who hast a poet 's heart , even if thy pen Be dry and barren , who dost hold love dear , Speed forth this message on the fiery wings Of stinging song to all the race of men ; That they have hope ; for we are happy here ."

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1913 · PDF PAGE 134

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…n his race , The moon that on her errand burned And stars a- dance in the halls of space . The plant that flowered and yearly fell , All things that went and came in dust , River and sea , contrived a spell To choke the strength of pain and lust . Till memory rounded life to a whole , And fear expanding grew to awe , And in a universal soul I dreamed a universal law . 115

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1913 · PDF PAGE 227

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…1 The music swings me , lying slack And limp and tired ; and now it's day , And now it's night , and I'm away With queer inconsequential things , While still the music swings and swings . I hardly listen to the sound Which yet slips in and laps around Work - sodden brain and listless sense . . . “ An ecstasy for eighteenpence " I think — and then I wonder why I thought of that . Perhaps I try To listen , and I watch the flies Dancing about the light , till eyes Grow dazed and numb . . . Then suddenly The music grips me , thrills to me With litt…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 217

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…e a fan that 's silver rounded , For the bay is sandy bounded , Stretching to the flowery highlands Of the heart of Old Japan . Here are things that Westerns share not , Here business , time and haste compare not In the dull or in the clever With the peace of mind of man ; Here with joy in mist and glamour , Droning chant and ringing clamour , Naked children play for ever Simple games of Old Japan . 198

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1913 · PDF PAGE 146

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…k , vines Luring the hungry with bright deadly fruit, Like poisoned snakes mocking the shapes of plants. And birds flew then like living things of light, Knowing at worst the arrow swift and free ; Their voices and the chirp of cicadae Seemed then the chain of an unending song That interlaced the woods and crowned its dells With living coruscations of sweet sound . The magic motions of the forest then Spanned the free arches of a simple age When man was part of nature and his work Seemed but a slighter fashioning of her own . As once did sleep …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 28

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

E . N . da C. Andrade . STUDENTS' SONG . POR God's sake, let us laugh a little, 1 All our days we strive to seek Things the world calls worthy , brittle Bubbles breaking while we speak . Half believing old pretences , Fearing censure from the wise , Down we bow 'fore what our senses Tells us are inanities. The sun's out: damn their teaching The sun 's out : damn all preaching We are wise , but we will prove We are not too wise to love. Teachers , when you've often said it, You believe much foolishness : Preachers, do you really credit All you t…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 72

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…t their stealthy destinies . So patient , in the breathless strife ; So silent , under scourge and knife ; So tranquil , in the surge of things ; I bring them , from the well of Life , Love , from celestial water - springs . From the shrill fountain - head of God I draw out water with the rod Made luminous with light of power . I seal each aeon 's period , And wait the moment and the hour . Aloof , alone , unloved , I stand With love and worship in my hand . I commune with the Gods ; I wait Their summons , and I fire the brand . I speak their W…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 192

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

J. C. Squire. Is it that now a year has passed Of vain pursuit of glittering things, Of fruitless searching , shouting , running , And greedy lies and candour cunning , Here as I stand the year above Sudden the heats and the strivings fail And fall away , a fluctuant veil, And the fixed familiar stones restore The old appearance -buried core , The moveless and essential me, The eternal personality Alone enduring first and last ? No, this I have known in other ways, In other places, other days. Not only here , on this one peak , Do fixity and be…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 23

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…es of the magic of her healing . Yesterday I was troubled with the words of men , For they had denied the beauty and the sanctity of all things . They had broken the faith with the universal spirit , Saying that nothing is save themselves only , that are unworthy , more than I even , of the knowledge and love of night . And , sore distressed , I listened for her in the time of the great stillness , and was not disappointed . She came to me as a prophet to a stricken people , And her voice I heard vibrating from one wall of the darkness to the o…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 52

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… , 1 Each separate tree , each flower and climbing weed , That at the last he thither went to dwell And mix himself with all those quiet things . Then gradually left him thought and deed Till dead were all his soul 's imaginings . So, day by day , All his own being gently flowed away And left him mixed indeed With flower and climbing weed With them in summer green , in autumn grey . So the grey country draws me till I go And make surrender of myself again ; The misty hill , the leaden stream below Are waiting to accept me when I will , And if m…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 139

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…ness Inevitably : the joys that do obscure Are no less real Than sorrows which reveal ; But joy the spendthrift reckons not in pence The things that make his gladness , But grief a strict accountant will commence To tell base coin from the pure . Has any man a friend Crowned with delight and full prosperity , Who walk together seeming whole And interweave caressing arms ? Let these not boast communion of soul Till fate her message send Ultimate doom , or terrible alarms , And set them naked each in the other 's eye , 120

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