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THE CASKET SONGS

AND OTHER POEMS



THE CASKET SONGS

AND OTHER POEMS



BY

E. B. SARGANT



LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.

39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON

NEW YORK, BOMBAY, AND CALCUTTA

I9II



TO MY WIFE

What we can think is often thought in vain,

What we can do sometimes is little gain,

But love we can with all life's power and pain.

This book with thought and labour was not writ,
Love spake the first word and the last of it,
Not two years old and yet love infinite !

October 191 1.



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CONTENTS



THE CASKET SONGS

A LITTLE SHELTER

LOVE'S MESSENGERS

HEADLEY HEATH: A HOME-COMING

THE LORD OF SLEEP .

REBEL LIPS .

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP

THE PATH OF PARADISE

VOICES OF PASSION

LOVE AND TIME

THE PASSIONATE DIVER

THE WELL OF TRUTH

A CHOICE OF DEATHS

SILVER AND LACE

SILENT FORCES .

GIVE ME YOUR HANDS

LOVERS' PARTINGS

LOVERS' MEETINGS

EVE .

HOME COLOURS .

THE PROTEUS OF WOMEN

THE DREAM-CHILD



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THE CROWNING OF LOVE

LOVE WITH THE BELLOWS

OVER THE MOOR .

THE MOTOR-CAR ....

FRIENDSHIP'S PRIESTESS

FULL SUMMER .....

THE CLOCK OF LOVE ....

IN THE MIRROR OF FANCY .

THE SEAL OF LOVERHOOD

AZALEA BUDS

IN QUIET MOOD .....
WITH A COPY OF 'THE ROMANCES OF FRIEND

SHIP'

WITH A COPY OF 'THEOLOGIA GERMANIC A'
THE LOVE-WIFE .
THE CRYSTAL GLASS .
SPIRITS OF THE NIGHT
HEART OF MY HEART



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34

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37
39

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OTHER POEMS

THE CUCKOO WOOD
THE BROODING MIND .
PEACE, PETTY THOUGHTS
THE SUPPLIANT .
THE RACE-COURSE
BRITISH CITIZENSHIP
TRISTAN AND ISOLDA .
TRAVAIL .



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CONTENTS



THE ISLAND HOME ....

HEADLEY HEATH IN THE LATE WINTER

THE FAERY RING .

THE JEALOUS LOVER ....

ON ROMNEYS PORTRAIT OF LADY HAMILTON

IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY .
HE THAT BEST CAN TELL HIS LOVE
EROS OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY
THE DULL LOVER
THE SOUL-GATE
HAMPTON COURT GARDENS
LOVE-BOYS IN DISTRESS
LIFE INVIOLATE
SUMMER BEGINS
A FABLE OF THE SUN .
THE HONEY-BEE
THE HALF-LOVER
FRIDAY STREET
NIGHT-BOUND WANDERERS .
FOAM AND FRET
LOVE'S ENSAMPLE
SPIRITS OF EARTH
THE CHAUNT OF THE CHRISTIAN SCIENTIST
LOST LIVES
BEACHY HEAD .
RAIN PUDDLES .
A WINTER'S SWARM .



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A LITTLE SHELTER

I build a little shelter for my Love,
Where we may sit betimes and laugh at death ;
Plain earthen walls, and floor clay-smeared beneath,
And posts and ties and reedy thatch above :
A little shelter, where two souls may prove
Tempest and earthquake are not lords of all ;
Where still to sit and laugh while strangers stall
Our limbs in lead and friends our chairs remove :
A little shelter never built with hands,
Of wood or earth or thatch that crofters use —
Its only clay is words, and rhythm its posts,
And rhymes for reeds, and all from magic lands.
So raise no warning finger, nor accuse
The mortal in me of immortal boasts.



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LOVE'S MESSENGERS

Full oft afield do lovers' fancies spread
Like swallows glancing through the tranquil air
Of summer haunts ; anon they greatly dare,
As when those self-same birds, in autumn sped
By Pan's compulsion to some storm-wrackt head,
Fling their unnumbered legions to the night.
Even so my thoughts, once wheeling with delight
Round all the scenes that we have visited,
Now fear love's famine. Forthwith panic-led
They cluster round my couch. Since mastery
Is none to stay their flight through skies forlorn,
Soon shall thy heart (that yet untenanted
Beats in a golden haze of dreams to be)
Tumultuous with their tumult greet the dawn.



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HEADLEY HEATH : A HOME-COMING

Ye broad-based downs, beset with ageless yew,
Ye haunting woods, and sudden slopes beneath,
And all high ramparts to our wind-swept heath,
Behold my Love ! Embosom her in lieu
Of one who yet must wander. She will sue
With questing glance and smile and happy sigh
For each new beauty. Feast her mind ; so nigh
It is to heaven, that there ye live anew.
Aye, all your beauties still lie uncreated,
Save in the Mind to which our minds are kin :
And naught of happiness have we therein,
Except our wills to that one Will be mated !
If then my lady joy as I in you,
It is God's grace, not yours, that knits us two.



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THE LORD OF SLEEP

Love, that art lord of life, be lord of sleep,

And bring her living to my lifeless dreams ;

Or if thou failest, count no more to keep

That name of Love, so pent thy kingdom seems.

Show her as Artemis, the scornful maid,

Or Aphrodite, breathing lovers' wiles ;

Since to her frowns I '11 stand as undismayed

As if the air were golden with her smiles.

To see her is my sharp necessity ;

Open or closed, mine eyes an-hungered are.

O Love, be not so cruel unto me

As in the night to set her face afar !

Omnipotent, men call thee : so will 1

When to my slumbers she shall come anigh.



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REBEL LIPS

If you. must go, then go not in such wise
That I shall wonder were you ever come ;
And to my rebel lips cry, Lips be dumb !
And to my heart, O beating heart, these eyes
Have seen a phantom merely, in the guise
Of her I worship ! Then mine eyes would say,
It was thy very Love that came this way :
And I, Fond heart, this is but their surmise.
Thereat my lips would mock my heart and me,
That knew not living flesh from phantasy ;
And murmur, Had we been inquisitors,
The yea or nay of this had soon been known.
— Farewell should leave behind no murmurers :
Silence my lips, assure them with your own !



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LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP

Friendship met Love, and said, ' My friend,
Go some way with me.'

' To the end ! '
Cried Love.

1 And there Death parts us two ? '
' Why so ? ' laughed Love, ' the road runs
through ! '



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THE PATH OF PARADISE

My Love stands on a grassy path
Amidmost of a garden fair ;

The stars of peace are in her eyes,
Its winds are folded in her hair.

Ye scarlet poppies, burn not so !

Ye roses, spread your perfume less !
For how shall passion run to greet

A spirit of such gentleness ?

She lifts on high her sleeves of white,
New stars of joy possess her eyes,

The winds of welcome loose her hair :
It is the path of Paradise.



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VOICES OF PASSION

Voices of the night-mists, voices of the hill-
streams,
Voices of all waters falling to the sea,
Voices of the ocean, mounting on her moon-
dreams,
Greater is the voice of passion calling me !

Calling in the night-wind, calling on the hill-tops,
Calling through the cloud-drift speeding to
the pole,

Guiding parted lovers whom the night envelops,
Till in trance or slumber soul is joined to soul.



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LOVE AND TIME

Since this is true, that hours apart seem years,
And days together but a minute's span —
Since human love can thus unseat old Time —
Judge by the human what the heavenly can,
And find eternity a simple plan.



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THE PASSIONATE DIVER

Friendship is the sea,
Love a pearl of price.
Such immensity
Could alone suffice
Him who dived for thee ;
Thee, the pearl of price
Hidden in that sea.



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THE WELL OF TRUTH

High in Cumbrian hills there lies,
Deep and still, a tarn, where even
At midday,
Shepherds say,
You shall see the stars of heaven.

So for me my lady's eyes,
Quenching other light above,

Mirrors are

Of her star,
Truth within the deeps of love.



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A CHOICE OF DEATHS

Her eyes are quivers
That yield a thousand arrows,

Or leaping rivers
Fain to escape the narrows.
What chance have I, that must my life surrender,
Pierced to the heart, or drowned, if I offend her ?



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SILVER AND LACE

As the moon in the West,
Almost hidden from sight
In that last level cloud,
Is illuming the shroud
Of her beauty to-night :

So my Love, stepping light
To the door, stands confest,
In the veil of her lace,
As the goddess whose face
Was the light of each guest.



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SILENT FORCES

As the dew gathers,
As the grass springs,
As the light quickens
The heart of things ;

So in the silence,
So without sign,
Merges my spirit
Wholly in thine.



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GIVE ME YOUR HANDS

Give me your hands for hands of mine,

And lips to be my lips,
And let your eyes for me divine

Love's secret fellowships.

For this, Love pierced me through and through

And overmastered fear,
That I might look and taste and do

Even as you, my dear.



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LOVERS' PARTINGS

You go !
How fleet
The feet
Of No !
No song
The long
Hedgerow,
No gleam

On stream

Below,

No deep

Still sleep,

But woe

And care,

Where'er

I go!



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LOVERS' MEETINGS

You come !
We reach

Not speech !
Lips dumb,
Our eyes
Surprise
Its sum !
Vain, vain,
Past pain,
Now numb,
Depart !
My heart
To some
Joy-feast,
As priest,
Is come !



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EVE



For him who walked alone
The day was as the night
In sombre monotone.

God fashions to his sight
For human company
The rib of his delight.

Thenceforth each night shall be
Splendid as is the day
In jewelled harmony.

But though of mortal clay,
The woman shall be known
Immortally astray

For him who walked alone.



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HOME COLOURS

White as the sunlight wings

With undivided ray

Throughout the scheme of things,

So storms my Love her way
Till every heart reveals
Her elemental sway.

But as a sunbeam steals
Within the prism's face,
And there emmeshed conceals

No more its colours, grace
Of every hue she brings
Home, that in other place

White as the sunlight wings.



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THE PROTEUS OF WOMEN

How art thou changeful ! First I see thee come
Like shafts of sunlight over meadow-land,
Stirring the little creatures of God's hand
To dance and pipe, so still erewhile and dumb.
Move ever thus with children ! Next at some
Appointed feast I mark all faces glow
Near to thy presence, charming men to show
Wisdom and wit, till courtly grows the hum
Of eager voices. But at last, dear wife,
Come to me thus alone, and bend thy head
Above yon ivory keys, the fingers led
By Love himself to compass the divine.
Unloose thy hair ! Bring once again to life
The swift, the proud, the passionate Florentine.



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THE DREAM-CHILD

A child with playthings, dreamfully reclined
On pillows, and those pillows clouds of fleece ;
Her nursery the vault of heaven ; the wind
For nurse, and stars to give her slumbers peace !
Still as she breathes, her mimic playmates move
Upon the floor of earth and call her name.
She smiles in sleep ; the puppets fall to love :
They grieve ; she sighs as in some bygone game.
Up to her dreams their suffering is drawn ;
Her comfort ever downward to them creeps ;
The angel of her presence warms their life.
Ask you what shapes are these? And who at

dawn
To guard her friends 'twixt earth and heaven

sleeps ?
The playmates you and I, the child my wife.



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THE CROWNING OF LOVE

Whenas I see Love's garments torn and frayed
With constant toiling down the public way,
And his fair body bent and bruised and flayed,
Ajostle with rude hirelings all the day ;
Then mine eyes kindle, while an answering flame
Leaps to my lady's face, and low she cries,
Who dares as common carrier to name
His rightful lord and use him in such wise ?
So taking each a drooping hand in ours,
We draw him up the green and daisied track,
Where hawthorn shaken yield their crystal showers
To cool his brow and heal the stricken back.
There crowned with may he sits and smiles above
Those who let custom make a thrall of Love.



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LOVE WITH THE BELLOWS

Mists on the moor,
Rain on the plow,
Winter for sure
Hastening now.

Little care I
Dark though it grow,
Night in the sky
Makes the hearth glow.

There is espied

Love with the bellows,

Bow laid aside,

Prince of good fellows !



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OVER THE MOOR

Into the setting sun,

Over the moor,
Leaping as giants run

On a golden floor ;

Drinking deep draughts of life,

Distancing death,
Setting still airs at strife

With a giant's breath ;

Earth-spurning motor-car,

Far be our flight,
Straight to the western star,

Deep into night !



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THE MOTOR-CAR

As mounts the shadow of a passing cloud

Over the downs in swift tranquillity,

Or as smooth dolphins issue from the sea,

Assured in motion, purposeful and proud,

Or like a grass-fire, by the wind endowed

With her own nightlong passion of pursuit ;

Like to all these, unfettered, absolute,

Your car to our appointed tryst is vowed.

Dear vow ! Unswerving purpose ! As I stand,

Shading mine eyes with a half-hollowed hand,

Upon the uplands, under murmuring pines,

A throb grows, 'twixt my heart-throbs and the

sough
Of the wind, and every sense of love divines
Space overthrown, time conquered even now.



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FRIENDSHIP'S PRIESTESS

Submerged within the bounty of our bed,
Erewhile I left a heavy-lidded child,
But now recalled in tones exultant, wild,
I find a Sibyl seated in her stead ;
A white-robed Victory, her arms outspread ;
Apollo's priestess, tense in Delphic cell ;
A prophetess and judge in Israel ;
All these, and still the woman lately wed !
Fast in her hand she holds the written scroll
Which tells her friend's success, that first en-
deavour
So long foretold : and now in song and dance
She could like Miriam outpour her soul :
The Lord hath triumphed gloriously ; for ever
As servants let us praise His governance !



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FULL SUMMER

The tide of Summer is full come at last ;

And Spring's proud turmoils are but memories,

Ungovernable swellings of the seas

Subdued to land-locked waters. I am cast

In thought upon an atoll of the vast

Pacific : buds and flowers and leafings soon

Roll like huge breakers to that still lagoon,

Homing as softly when the reef is past.

Sweet wife, recall the windflowers spread like foam,

And all the crested, tumbling seas of may ;

Bluebell and gorse and briar-rose, such spray

As fleets in rainbow colours to the sun ;

And all Spring's pageants, now rehearsed upon

The noonday twilight of our stilly home.



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THE CLOCK OF LOVE

Let others count their lives by nights and days,
And for the hours and minutes let them start

Their clocks awheeling. We forget the ways
To measure time except the time apart.



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IN THE MIRROR OF FANCY

Curtsey, curtsey, wanton waves,
As she paces on the shore !
Shelly creatures, leave your caves !
Seaweed, bend on rocky floor !
Watch her feet that flying choose
Safety o'er the slippery ooze !

Sparkle, sparkle, silver sands,
Where my loved one nestles low !
Making of her dainty hands
Minute-glasses for your flow !
Sting her, madcap wind ; then seek
All the colour of her cheek !

Let me be the curving billow
Just to fall upon my knee !
And the silver sands to pillow
That untamed virginity !
But to speak Love's very mind
I would choose to seem the wind !



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THE SEAL OF LOVERHOOD

Oh ! fly so quick, so quick to me
As blackbird to the underwood,
And lie so close, so close, yet free,
As rabbits in young bracken be.

Oh ! count all days as days for good,
When flesh and spirit well agree,
And God through man is understood
Beneath the seal of loverhood.



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AZALEA BUDS

Two sister flowers I gave my Love

Upon a single stem :
She twined them at her waist to prove

What joy she had of them.

Twin flowers by birth, twin flowers in death,

Their petals fell together :
Oh ! then her April glance and breath

Held dim and gusty weather.

But as the stalk she eyed in woe
Where once those flowers had been,

Out leapt the sun, for just below
Two perfect buds were seen.



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IN QUIET MOOD

When we are most in quiet mood,
And all our heart-beats fallen light,

And loving words, half understood,
Stand shining to the inward sight ;

Between us something then has birth,

It is not you, it is not I,
Nor any creature of the earth,

But God's own thought that passes by.

It runs upon a golden beam,

It sings within the slanting wind,

This world is fair as any dream,
And why ? because it is My Mind.



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WITH A COPY OF 'THE ROMANCES
OF FRIENDSHIP '

Great spear, close mail, a coal-black steed,
And sword of doom : approve

These, but yet more those eyes aglow
At the high forge of love.



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WITH A COPY OF 'THEOLOGIA
GERMANICA '

Self is naught,

And naught is death :

Love is life,

And life God's breath.



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THE LOVE-WIFE

Sunset a-smoulder,
Clouds in a smother,
Hill at one shoulder,
Moon at the other,

Up the steep bridle
Track am I going.
Past me there sidle
Chill airs and glowing.

Glow on my forehead,
Breath of her kisses !
Pass from me, horrid
Sighs of abysses !

To the high places
Filled with her laughter,
Sighs and chill faces
Follow not after.



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There moves the love-wife ;
There the glad giver ;
Laugh from above, wife,
Like a full river !

Shadowless, lonely,
Peering and pacing,
Wanting thee only,
Home am I facing,

Hill at one shoulder,
Moon at the other,
Up from the smoulder,
Out of the smother.



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THE CRYSTAL GLASS

If all the love of lovers famed in story

Swam in one crystal glass,
Each would I pledge in turn by name, and glory

To let no lover pass.

What woes of passion, masterless, ill-fated,
Would flame within my veins !

What joys of constant lovers, happy-mated,
Might overbear those pains !

Yet though I touched the heights and depths of
passion,

In vain that glass were dry ;
All worlds of love for me you would refashion

With your least laugh or sigh.



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SPIRITS OF THE NIGHT

There is a path where lilies swoon
Beneath the languor of the moon ;
Where cypresses blot out the stars,
And sift the light to silver bars ;
Where nightingales each hour complain
That love must die ere love can reign.
For this your spirit leaves its shrine
Of body, still and white by mine.
Your spirit walks : mine must arise,
Drawn by the virtue of those eyes :
Two shapes of passion and the night,
Now lost in shade, now gleaming bright,
That brush no dewdrops from the grass,
But down a pearly pavement pass,
And sway and shift in converse dumb,
Till the cocks crow and day be come.



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HEART OF MY HEART

Gentle and gracious,
Eager and strong,
How can we part,
Heart of my heart ?
Death, do no wrong !

Life were so long,
Inefficacious,
Weary apart,
Heart of my heart !
Death be rapacious,

Make the urn spacious,
Set us both free !
Free to depart,
Heart of my heart,
Dust for our fee !



OTHER POEMS



THE CUCKOO WOOD

Cuckoo, are you calling me,
Or is it a voice of wizardry ?
In these woodlands I am lost,
From glade to glade of flowers tost.
Seven times I held my way,
And seven times the voice did say,
Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! No man could
Issue from this underwood,
Half of green and half of brown,
Unless he laid his senses down.
Only let him chance to see
The snows of the anemone
Heaped above its greenery ;
Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! No man could
Issue from the master wood.

Magic paths there are that cross ;
Some beset with jewelled moss
And boughs all bare ; where others run,
Bluebells bathe in mist and sun



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Past a clearing filled with clumps

Of primrose round the nutwood stumps ;

All as gay as gay can be,

And bordered with dog-mercury,

The wizard flower, the wizard green,

Like a Persian carpet seen.

Brown, dead bracken lies between,

And wrinkled leaves, whence fronds of fern

Still untwist and upward turn.

Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! No man could

Issue from this wizard wood,

Half of green, and half of brown,

Unless he laid his senses down.

Seven times I held my way

Where new heaps of brushwood lay,

All with withies loosely bound,

And never heard a human sound.

Yet men have toiled and men have rested

By yon hurdles darkly-breasted,

Woven in and woven out,

Piled four-square, and turned about

To show their white and sharpened stakes

Like teeth of hounds or fangs of snakes.

The men are homeward sped, for none



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Loves silence and a sinking sun.

Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! Woodmen know

Souls are lost that hear it so,

Seven times upon the wind,

To lull the watch-dogs of the mind.

A stranger wood you shall not find !
Beech and birch and oak agree
Here to dwell in company.
Hazel, elder, few men could
Name the kinds of underwood.
Summer and winter haunt together,
And golden light with misty weather.
'Tis summer where this beech is seen
Defenceless in its virgin green ;
All its leaves are smooth and thin,
And the sunlight passes in,
Passes in and filters through
To a green heaven below the blue.
Low the branches fall and trace
A circle round that mystic place,
Guarded on its outward side
By hyacinths in all their pride ;
And within dim moons appear,
Wax and wane — I go not near !



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Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! How we fear
Sights and sounds that come and go
Without a cause for men to know !

Why for a whispered doubt should I

Shun that other beech-tree high,

Red and watchful, still and bare,

With a thousand spears in air,

Guarding yet its treasured leaf

From storm and hail and winter's grief?

Unregarded on the ground

Leaves of yester-year abound,

For what is autumn's gold to one

That hoards a life scarce yet begun ?

Let me so renew my youth,

I defend it, nail and tooth,

Rooting deep and lifting high.

For this my dead leaves hiss and sigh

And glow as on the downward road

To the dog-snake's dread abode.

Noxious things of earth and air,

Get you hence, for I prepare

To flaunt my beauty in the sun

When all beside me are undone.

Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! Pan shall see



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The surge of my virginity
Overtop the sobered glade.
Luminous and unafraid
Near his sacred oak I'll spread
Lures to tempt him from his bed :
His couch, his lair, his form shall be
By none but by the fair beech-tree.

O cunning Oak ! What is your skill
To hold the god against my will ?
Keep your favours back like me,
With disfavour he shall see
Orange hues of jealousy :
Show your leaf in early prime,
It shall be dark before its time :
Me you shall not rival ever.
Silver Birch, would you endeavour,
Trembling in your bridal dress,
To win at last a dog's caress ?
Through your twigs so thin and dark
Shows the black and ashen bark,
Like a face that underneath
Tightened eyebrows looks on death.
Think not, dwarf, that Pan shall find
Aught about you to his mind.

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OTHER POEMS

Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! All shall try
To win him. But the beech and I,
Man and tree made one at last,
Alone have power to hold him fast.

Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! Forth I creep,

When the flowers fall asleep,

And upgather odours rare

Floating on the misty air,

All to be imprisoned where

My sap is rising till they reach

The swelling twigs, and thence shall each

Separate scent be shaken free

As my flowers and leaves agree.

Rare in sooth those flowers shall be :

Cunningly will I devise

Colours to delight the eyes,

Slipping from my fissured stem

To get by stealth or stratagem

The glory of the morning petal.

Where the bees at noontide settle,

Mine to rifle all their sweets :

Honey and bee-bread on the teats

Of my blossoms shall be spread,

Till the lime-trees shake with dread



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Of the marvels still to come
When their bees about me hum.

Welcome, welcome, cloudless night,
Is our labour ended quite ?
Are the mortal and the tree
Now made one in ecstasy,
One in foretaste of the dawn ?
Crescent moon, sink, sink outworn !
Stars be buried, stars be born,
Mount and dip to tell aright
The doings of the morrow's light !
Mists, assemble, hide me quite,
Till the sun with growing strength
Grips your veils, and length by length
Tears them down from head to foot ;
Then to the challenge I am put !

Tell me, busy, busy glade,
Half in light and half in shade,
Is your world of wood-folk there ?
All are come but the mole and hare ;
One is blind, and underground
Of that tumult hears no sound :



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OTHER POEMS

The other Pan has crept within,
To bask afield in the hare-skin.


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