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



For moveless limbs no pity I crave,
   That never were swift! Still all I prize,
Laughter and thought and friends, I have;
   No fool to heave luxurious sighs
For the woods and hills that I never knew.
The more excellent way's yet mine! And you

Flower-laden come to the clean white cell,
   And we talk as ever -- am I not the same?
With our hearts we love, immutable,
   You without pity, I without shame.
We talk as of old; as of old you go
Out under the sky, and laughing, I know,

Flit through the streets, your heart all me;
   Till you gain the world beyond the town.
Then -- I fade from your heart, quietly;
   And your fleet steps quicken. The strong down
Smiles you welcome there; the woods that love you
Close lovely and conquering arms above you.

O ever-moving, O lithe and free!
   Fast in my linen prison I press
On impassable bars, or emptily
   Laugh in my great loneliness.
And still in the white neat bed I strive
Most impotently against that gyve;
Being less now than a thought, even,
To you alone with your hills and heaven.

July 1909.