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


The One Before the Last

I dreamt I was in love again
   With the One Before the Last,
And smiled to greet the pleasant pain
   Of that innocent young past.

But I jumped to feel how sharp had been
   The pain when it did live,
How the faded dreams of Nineteen-ten
   Were Hell in Nineteen-five.

The boy's woe was as keen and clear,
   The boy's love just as true,
And the One Before the Last, my dear,
   Hurt quite as much as you.

*           *          *          *          *

Sickly I pondered how the lover
   Wrongs the unanswering tomb,
And sentimentalizes over
   What earned a better doom.

Gently he tombs the poor dim last time,
   Strews pinkish dust above,
And sighs, "The dear dead boyish pastime!
   But this -- ah, God! -- is Love!"

-- Better oblivion hide dead true loves,
   Better the night enfold,
Than men, to eke the praise of new loves,
   Should lie about the old!

   *           *          *          *          *

Oh! bitter thoughts I had in plenty.
   But here's the worst of it --
I shall forget, in Nineteen-twenty,
   You ever hurt a bit!

11th January 1910