ContentsNoteContentsI. Two LegendsGlastonburyLegendII. First PoemsRimeTo an Elzevir CiceroTo a Dürer Drawing of Antwerp HarbourPure VirginiaA Preface for a Tale I have never toldA Sonnet“It was all in the Black Countree”To a PianistA FragmentSea Poppies“O, sing me a Song of the Wild West Wind”Ære PerenniusThe Old Kings“O there be Kings whose Treasuries”A StudyThe EremiteThe House of EldThe South-west WindSchumann: Erstes Verlust“Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky”“Wind of the Darkness”Creator SpiritusWind over the SeaSongs on the DownsIII. Last Poems and “The Burial of Sophocles”“We who have bowed ourselves to Time”Anglia Valida in Senectute“Dark is the World our Fathers left us”AwakeningAve atque Vale“O, one came down from Seven Hills”Sonnet to the British NavyThe Last MeetingThe New Age and the OldTo the CulturedAfterwardsDomum redit PoetaMemoriesIntercessionalApril 1916“Over the Hills and Hollows Green”Sonnet“O Long the Fiends of War shall dance”For R. Q. G.“Sun and Shadow and Winds of Spring”“Let us tell Quiet Stories of Kind Eyes”“Save that Poetic Fire”The Burial of Sophocles“So we lay down the Pen”[pg 11]Ifthere be one among the Muses nineLoves not so muchCompletionasthe Will,And less the austere saint than the fond sinner:Loves scanty ruins, garlanded with years,Better than lofty palaces entire:To her I dedicate this spoiléd sheafOf rime that scarcely came to harvesting.There is a window here in MagdalenComposite, methinks, of fragments that stark MarsHas scattered. Even so my verses beComposite of memories and half-uttered dreamsWelded together sans due ordinance,Which might have been far other, but that MarsScattered and harried them with his ruthless flail.[pg 13]
ContentsNoteContentsI. Two LegendsGlastonburyLegendII. First PoemsRimeTo an Elzevir CiceroTo a Dürer Drawing of Antwerp HarbourPure VirginiaA Preface for a Tale I have never toldA Sonnet“It was all in the Black Countree”To a PianistA FragmentSea Poppies“O, sing me a Song of the Wild West Wind”Ære PerenniusThe Old Kings“O there be Kings whose Treasuries”A StudyThe EremiteThe House of EldThe South-west WindSchumann: Erstes Verlust“Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky”“Wind of the Darkness”Creator SpiritusWind over the SeaSongs on the DownsIII. Last Poems and “The Burial of Sophocles”“We who have bowed ourselves to Time”Anglia Valida in Senectute“Dark is the World our Fathers left us”AwakeningAve atque Vale“O, one came down from Seven Hills”Sonnet to the British NavyThe Last MeetingThe New Age and the OldTo the CulturedAfterwardsDomum redit PoetaMemoriesIntercessionalApril 1916“Over the Hills and Hollows Green”Sonnet“O Long the Fiends of War shall dance”For R. Q. G.“Sun and Shadow and Winds of Spring”“Let us tell Quiet Stories of Kind Eyes”“Save that Poetic Fire”The Burial of Sophocles“So we lay down the Pen”[pg 11]Ifthere be one among the Muses nineLoves not so muchCompletionasthe Will,And less the austere saint than the fond sinner:Loves scanty ruins, garlanded with years,Better than lofty palaces entire:To her I dedicate this spoiléd sheafOf rime that scarcely came to harvesting.There is a window here in MagdalenComposite, methinks, of fragments that stark MarsHas scattered. Even so my verses beComposite of memories and half-uttered dreamsWelded together sans due ordinance,Which might have been far other, but that MarsScattered and harried them with his ruthless flail.[pg 13]
NoteContentsI. Two LegendsGlastonburyLegendII. First PoemsRimeTo an Elzevir CiceroTo a Dürer Drawing of Antwerp HarbourPure VirginiaA Preface for a Tale I have never toldA Sonnet“It was all in the Black Countree”To a PianistA FragmentSea Poppies“O, sing me a Song of the Wild West Wind”Ære PerenniusThe Old Kings“O there be Kings whose Treasuries”A StudyThe EremiteThe House of EldThe South-west WindSchumann: Erstes Verlust“Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky”“Wind of the Darkness”Creator SpiritusWind over the SeaSongs on the DownsIII. Last Poems and “The Burial of Sophocles”“We who have bowed ourselves to Time”Anglia Valida in Senectute“Dark is the World our Fathers left us”AwakeningAve atque Vale“O, one came down from Seven Hills”Sonnet to the British NavyThe Last MeetingThe New Age and the OldTo the CulturedAfterwardsDomum redit PoetaMemoriesIntercessionalApril 1916“Over the Hills and Hollows Green”Sonnet“O Long the Fiends of War shall dance”For R. Q. G.“Sun and Shadow and Winds of Spring”“Let us tell Quiet Stories of Kind Eyes”“Save that Poetic Fire”The Burial of Sophocles“So we lay down the Pen”
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Contents
I. Two Legends
Glastonbury
Legend
II. First Poems
Rime
To an Elzevir Cicero
To a Dürer Drawing of Antwerp Harbour
Pure Virginia
A Preface for a Tale I have never told
A Sonnet
“It was all in the Black Countree”
To a Pianist
A Fragment
Sea Poppies
“O, sing me a Song of the Wild West Wind”
Ære Perennius
The Old Kings
“O there be Kings whose Treasuries”
A Study
The Eremite
The House of Eld
The South-west Wind
Schumann: Erstes Verlust
“Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky”
“Wind of the Darkness”
Creator Spiritus
Wind over the Sea
Songs on the Downs
III. Last Poems and “The Burial of Sophocles”
“We who have bowed ourselves to Time”
Anglia Valida in Senectute
“Dark is the World our Fathers left us”
Awakening
Ave atque Vale
“O, one came down from Seven Hills”
Sonnet to the British Navy
The Last Meeting
The New Age and the Old
To the Cultured
Afterwards
Domum redit Poeta
Memories
Intercessional
April 1916
“Over the Hills and Hollows Green”
Sonnet
“O Long the Fiends of War shall dance”
For R. Q. G.
“Sun and Shadow and Winds of Spring”
“Let us tell Quiet Stories of Kind Eyes”
“Save that Poetic Fire”
The Burial of Sophocles
“So we lay down the Pen”
[pg 11]
Ifthere be one among the Muses nineLoves not so muchCompletionasthe Will,And less the austere saint than the fond sinner:Loves scanty ruins, garlanded with years,Better than lofty palaces entire:To her I dedicate this spoiléd sheafOf rime that scarcely came to harvesting.
Ifthere be one among the Muses nine
Loves not so muchCompletionasthe Will,
And less the austere saint than the fond sinner:
Loves scanty ruins, garlanded with years,
Better than lofty palaces entire:
To her I dedicate this spoiléd sheaf
Of rime that scarcely came to harvesting.
There is a window here in MagdalenComposite, methinks, of fragments that stark MarsHas scattered. Even so my verses beComposite of memories and half-uttered dreamsWelded together sans due ordinance,Which might have been far other, but that MarsScattered and harried them with his ruthless flail.
There is a window here in Magdalen
Composite, methinks, of fragments that stark Mars
Has scattered. Even so my verses be
Composite of memories and half-uttered dreams
Welded together sans due ordinance,
Which might have been far other, but that Mars
Scattered and harried them with his ruthless flail.
[pg 13]