Poems 1908-1911

Sonnet: "Oh Death will find me long before I tire"

Sonnet: "I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true





The Fish

Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body


The Hill

The One Before the Last

The Jolly Company

The Life Beyond

Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia

Dead Men's Love

Town and Country


Menelaus and Helen



Blue Evening

The Charm



The Voice

Dining-Room Tea

The Goddess in the Wood

A Channel Passage


Day and Night


Blue Evening

My restless blood now lies a-quiver,
   Knowing that always, exquisitely,
This April twilight on the river
   Stirs anguish in the heart of me.

For the fast world in that rare glimmer
   Puts on the witchery of a dream,
The straight grey buildings, richly dimmer,
   The fiery windows, and the stream

With willows leaning quietly over,
   The still ecstatic fading skies . . .
And all these, like a waiting lover,
   Murmur and gleam, lift lustrous eyes,

Drift close to me, and sideways bending
   Whisper delicious words.
                                        But I
Stretch terrible hands, uncomprehending,
   Shaken with love; and laugh; and cry.

My agony made the willows quiver;
   I heard the knocking of my heart
Die loudly down the windless river,
   I heard the pale skies fall apart,

And the shrill stars' unmeaning laughter,
   And my voice with the vocal trees
Weeping. And Hatred followed after,
   Shrilling madly down the breeze.

In peace from the wild heart of clamour,
   A flower in moonlight, she was there,
Was rippling down white ways of glamour
   Quietly laid on wave and air.

Her passing left no leaf a-quiver.
   Pale flowers wreathed her white, white brows.
Her feet were silence on the river;
   And "Hush!" she said, between the boughs.

May 1909.