H. I. BURT

H. I. BURT(BALLIOL)

H. I. BURT(BALLIOL)

H. I. BURT(BALLIOL)

Notin their immortality aloneLive those bright spirits who for honour spentTheir rich inheritance of years, and wentGay-heartedly to meet the wide unknown.Not though the fields where their young limbs were strownOnce more be chartered by the foeman's tent,And all the achieving of their tournamentBe scattered to the winds or overthrown.For from their memory and quickening dustShall spring the flashing squadrons of the dawn;And they shall set their spears and ride afarTo seek and battle, thrust and counterthrust,For grails from our beclouded eyes withdrawn,The champion warriors of a holier war.

Notin their immortality aloneLive those bright spirits who for honour spentTheir rich inheritance of years, and wentGay-heartedly to meet the wide unknown.Not though the fields where their young limbs were strownOnce more be chartered by the foeman's tent,And all the achieving of their tournamentBe scattered to the winds or overthrown.For from their memory and quickening dustShall spring the flashing squadrons of the dawn;And they shall set their spears and ride afarTo seek and battle, thrust and counterthrust,For grails from our beclouded eyes withdrawn,The champion warriors of a holier war.

Notin their immortality aloneLive those bright spirits who for honour spentTheir rich inheritance of years, and wentGay-heartedly to meet the wide unknown.

Notin their immortality alone

Live those bright spirits who for honour spent

Their rich inheritance of years, and went

Gay-heartedly to meet the wide unknown.

Not though the fields where their young limbs were strownOnce more be chartered by the foeman's tent,And all the achieving of their tournamentBe scattered to the winds or overthrown.

Not though the fields where their young limbs were strown

Once more be chartered by the foeman's tent,

And all the achieving of their tournament

Be scattered to the winds or overthrown.

For from their memory and quickening dustShall spring the flashing squadrons of the dawn;And they shall set their spears and ride afarTo seek and battle, thrust and counterthrust,For grails from our beclouded eyes withdrawn,The champion warriors of a holier war.

For from their memory and quickening dust

Shall spring the flashing squadrons of the dawn;

And they shall set their spears and ride afar

To seek and battle, thrust and counterthrust,

For grails from our beclouded eyes withdrawn,

The champion warriors of a holier war.

ERRATUM.

ForH. I. BurtreadH. T. Burt, to whom also should be attributed "Pilot and Clouds" (page 9).


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