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THE JOURNEY
COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY
W. COLLINS SONS & CO., LTD.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
MOST
of these
odicals.
have
in peri-
New
G. G.
ODES
TO BARBARA
You
are so young,
gold.
13
; :
insolently innocent,
hour
power
to the falling
friend
estranges
What must
The
must
Not the
To
be,
overflow
its frontiers,
And
to the
world
its
sense of seeking
erring
And
14
stirring
trees.
and
Dear, be
You
take
it
so
my
Why should
all
these ?
Reckoned
their worth,
blend
15
II
cannot understand
^because
the sun
and me
never understood
And
I
unblown or overblown.
never understood
And now I
When I have
tried to touch
the
ended.
numb
its
unfriended
numb
heart
sagged.
And
And
The
And
simple freedom
is
See
awry
Making
not,
rot,
And those
are
still
my
lot
cannot thank:
lift
for
me your
cannot understand.
17
:!
Ill
Behold
this
huddled thing,
As broad
flood,
To
consecrate, to close
All
And
And
than torture
Outside, beyond
and again
the roads go
up and down
land,
And
and
in.
19
IV
You know the gray that paints the undergrowth
Of English woods in summer, when the light
Still
first
star is loth.
And
On
is,
and how
beautiful.
showed
bright
Then more stars came, and with them came the night,
And with the night came fear.
The story has no other ending, dear
How could I comfort, who was stricken too?
You put out little hands to thwart the dark.
'Hark!
live
thing just
I,
Or what could
cannot comfort
The
And
But, dear,
And
when
and a child
is
now
dead.
far,
21
And
is left,
With
wood
is cleft;
morning fall
The morning makes the world and finds it good
The morning comes like trumpets in the wood.
I
22,
V
The
And
And
we,
who have
sound
hand to weigh
night and day
in either
Hug
the
huge jewel
Whose thoughts
alcove.
many things ?
Once to their God men gave
sea.
Masters of
of later
Have driven
more considerate
a stranger bargain
birth,
God
shall save,
Only
the
contrite heart
it
The
Heav'n we leave.
Broken and contrite shattered, driven, maimed,
What am I worth to God ? The choice is his.
He has made his weapon of the hard thing that is,
And hunted man into humility.
Where the head's bent above the bended knee.
The unnameable is named,
The filthy are made clean, the guilty go unblamed
Those others of the world are damned ^but free.
Nay, are there any others? Who has claimed
rest to
strength
To
stand up in the
With
To
God
wills
it
so
the light
Body and
to feast
The
to salvation as a
second best
It's for
him
to take.
to say.
something died
it
could perish so
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;:
VI
went away from you,
Not as they go whose light aerial fires
Provoke their blood to mutable desires,
But slowly, but with sorrow smitten through.
I went away from you who are
My peace, my courage, and my star
I
Closed
Hard
in,
silence, solider
than sound,
Enfolded me around
And, seeking there distraction, there
found
You know
not,
To make a
And
Was
I.
sound
silence silence but to go from you
more than loss of what is lost and found.
is
them
to
And
and stem
Storms feared no longer and the impotent wiles
Of ocean, and have left their grief behind
They have not seen the light whereto they sail,
But know it reached, and furl their sails and sing
set their sails,
And
tale.
and known
Further than sight, ev'n to all travel's end
O harbour where all ships at last must come.
Immovable altar and abiding throne,
light above the sea, far-seen,
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Who in that
to
me,
And
More than
As
all these,
Drawn blind
now
that
true
stumble back,
is
found, and
can kneel
Safe in
And
its
feel
away my fears
Till I am quieted and reconciled.
And the bad silence shrivels and is dead.
The old known memories wake among the
And tremors of the winds and hours
Your
fingers stroke
stirs
Here
let
With
to
your touch,
of life's powers.
And
left
much
loved me less,
have never
For so long
and song
You waited
I
You v^hom
I
my happiness
let
sleep.
me weep
29
!:
VII
I
asked too
How
much
of love.
should that be ?
Than
in
day or dark,
lifts
the wings
blue,
is
And
The
of these?
And
the clear
The
faint
wood whose
muted
bells.
and
voice
the din
swells,
is fine
and thin
30
strings,
The
And
call forth
!
:
fire,
The
Go to her,
She
is
as kind as she
is
pure
31
slept,
Men
I
asked too
much
And
of love,
at
know
how
Through
the
still
hours
32
VIII
You
Who
The
You
And
orchestra begins
My
dear,
of apple-blossom broke
and
and spoke,
And then were still again. The world was you.
The world was what your loving is
A shaft
lips,
stirred
Upon my
of light
lips.
silver again,
rose,
and black.
grew weak,
Sagged, and forgot its own rememberings
Our hearts, unwilling, knew what music knows;
And you went from me as the silence goes
At that first crying of the attempted strings.
My arms were hungrier than a mother's breast
That cannot suckle the soft lips it needs.
My hopes were bruised and broken reeds.
My mouth said 'God knows best,'
And my heart gave my mouth the lie.
The black and silver wings against the sky
Flew to the peace that you had robbed me of.
O unforeseen and unreturning love,
We had had our moment Every moment after
Across the thin faint daytime
love
devils
drowns the
hell.
You
He
kiss
this?'
waits
laughter
intent,
: !
!
:
infinitely
touching
pilgrim
still
That
first
heart was
Brave
to
It is not
It is not
impotence that
It is not
fails
airs
To clamour
And
in
unconquered
bells
citadels.
These,
What
it is
these, that
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Ours was
the
the tune,
to the rules,
You
you and
he, ev'n as
I,
And
It
burns
the flower-flame
The mendicant
of morning,
Of
36
the unforeseen
IX
Was it then
And make
The
And
mind
a silence where
forest fires of
madness
start
And
apart,
my
Of blown and
tortured sand.
37
And
It
makes perdition
pleasant. Let
me be
And
As that horizon
Gleam
of lost sea,
sail.
Part,
Your
grief
is
On that one
You
You
ship's one
message sweet.
:
and so innocent.
cannot, though you would,
are so gentle
Into your
38
sail appears.
own unhappiness
retreat
it
And
of
day ?
And
and so plain
Well, wraith or whim or memory, what you
yet are both so certain
will,
39
me sit down beside you, and be still,
And watch the pale dislimning of the cloud,
Let
The sun
And
And
so faithful
all so apt
and the
proud,
sail so
The
ship's gone.
wrong
To know,
on,
so strangely long
or ask to know.
have no word of
it
to say.
40
; ;
X
The big procession of the year begins
The dark earth breaks beneath the covering
The thrust of buried hope and beauty lost
frost
Hark!
furthest hill
Along
The
drums;
fill.
And up
wind
And
And
And
joy
is
faith
That
shed;
And
is
like a tune
Is that a bird,
Or my own
call,
and
float?
lifts
together
41
::
of
music in one
flight,
that shades
Jets of aspiring
Had
And
it
all spring's
innocent
fires at
one in you.
When, seeking
He
to
depart?
And
range of sorrow
ranging,
42
his
v/ith
own wid'ning
sorrow
still
scope.
further
And disappointed in
He turns like a blind
infinite in things
child to the
warmth
of spring
and meaning
to the sun.
hour
Comes with intention and departs with power;
In you, achievement's real
in you, the
In evanescence fulfilling
Since
its
due purpose
very soul.
its
is to
pass
away
part that
scroll,
for you, to be in
you
fulfilled,
And
build,
And packed
airs
43
The
fireflies
to the place of
at once,
suns
flower.
fire
The
The
That
tells
on the
hills,
Confusion, wonder,
Danger
the voice
effort, stir;
Here
in one
harmony
unite.
And
44
SONNETS
OCOLD
And
at the
Burns
From
in one kiss
more
terrible auspices,
The only
And
love
was
me was
47
II
for lean
for
happy
rage.
Well,
that song
48
is
the blind
is
flung.
sung
Ill
See
last
The heart that locks its tears, the eye that sheds
Mark how the vibrant blues and lambent reds
Mix their thin hisses in a muted choir!
The little worms of death have eaten love
Where it lies buried with a tomb above
The little worms that know no other game.
The fiery worms that die not, worms of hell
!
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IV
The Prince
of Darkness, as
understand,
The
pleasant
is
since
Whether our
And
souls be saved or
damned, we strain
50
V
though men have made it so
Till they have graven falsehood in truth's eyes
They have set happiness for virtue's prize,
But happiness is virtue, as we know
Who have staked all upon life's mortal throw,
And wrung from death our immortalities:
Only the moment's happiness is wise.
It is not so,
And
They by
still
inversion
woe.
look outward
grow
turned within,
to falsehood.
Far
Hung in
the
dome
51
VI
And
Are
lost
Draw
and
hill
And
52
love that's
weary
is
less.
VII
'Love
is
Have
its
but the
savour?' runs the argument:
What's
what of excellent?
we trust? what cleave to? what exalt?
left of lovely,
What shall
How
Or
salt
if
there
is
no
test,
then, to love
is
you
seemed
best
love of you.
53
VIII
morning
light,
marvel at you in the
Whereto your subtle braveries unfold
hold!
lost,
and
Of
Now
And
54
is
hushed
at music's heart,
is.
start
IX
I
The world
recedes,
tide.
mile.
world a shadow-world to me
I I seems too much a world of flesh and bone.
Of will and action, resolute and free,
Some
call the
Loud
And
alone a shadow,
alone.
55
X
I
Or
My bonds,
fate.
touch.
56
XI
Love, do you love
And
The
all the
me ?
still,
and
still,
They cry
And
for
me when
will.
is I
57
XII
Once was I loved according to my need,
When, for supreme assurance, breast to breast.
We
And
my
creed,
music then the ultimate test !^We did not plead with love to yield its best.
We lived the best for which all lovers plead.
spring
And
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among
the thousand
They say
But
that
that,
XIII
dying men see
the vice
And
idiot
world of
terror's fire
and
ice
We are done
if
that
moment
of
my
final
breath
And
life shall
59
XIV
May,
The Milky
Way
For
love
Others
Its
is
it
saves, itself
it
loss
cannot save
fears past
dreaming
of:
60
XV
Despairs
is
these;
hot
The
And
soul
is
lawful by
its
own
decrees
grief
forgot.
know my
Beauty
is
And when
my way too
steep.
in your eyes,
must weep.
6i
XVI
I
tracked
Who
I
have
forced
The night
Dumb
my sin
of
stars
But
all
And
lo,
set different
it
to silence, shut
my best
is
they err
it
in
stars confer
strong, sequel
without
^but
memory where
and
and harbinger
thought
to
my
worst akin,
it
not be,
When God
The
when
all
fulfils his
things cease to be
life,
and
so
62
XVII
And
The
Obey
lives,
common
move
together,
And
And
act.
the flame
must
fall,
all.
63
!
:
XVIII
Those were our freedoms, and we come
to this
is
a lowly slope.
64
XIX
Where is our freedom sought, and where
The voices of the various world agree
The future's ours to hope is to be free
to seek?
65
XX
There was a noise of voices
And
Only
And
in the wood,
body lying
flat.
with
life,
this wise
66
XXI
This
is
grinning on
Sits
To mix
With
This
the
my
pillow
that
meant
warm
thrill of
is
On
all
To
In the
For God's
And do
sake, if
it
'Behold the
Will
sin,
take pleasure in
Do
sin
it,
not say
a minute
And God
And
you
break away
I'll
it
and
I'll
pay/
^7
XXIJ
Three lovely angels guard the gates of Hell
Three great archangels with the saddest eyes
That ever held memories of Paradise,
As the dusk pool we know of in the dell
Gathered last night a host of stars that fell,
And kept them still and clear. The three surmise
The purpose of their mournful enterprise
By name
The guards
They are
Some
Some:
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'It is
is
Heav'n.'
The angels
to;'
XXIII
Our love
hurt,
is
Moving
to its conclusion
in a year
to ear,
The
And
If this
were
true, life's
movement would
rebel.
for us
to tell.
69
XXIV
In the old days came freedom with a sword.
way and
this ?
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flights, in silences.
XXV
Shall
we mark
From
off
our
little
patch of power
we
sit
at
it,
all that
all:
71
XXVI
more than yourself, the thing,
The proud and perfect thing, that now you are
I see you restless, young, irregular
Unmarried yet, unmeet for marrying;
Slim as a flower-stem in a windy Spring,
Shy as the first weak splendour of a star
In you
With
see
all
And the
72
XXVII
Between your two hands have I put my faith
You know not what a precious thing you hold,
Rarer than alabaster or fine gold
A piece of God, a loving thought, a wraith
Elusive as the word the sibyl saith
When
the
And
at
of
it,
dear
is
I f it
your scornful
from birth
should
feet
to death.
slip,
From
the sad
wound
not
I,
not
I,
but you.
73
XXVIII
The town of ending on the road of years,
The little golden windows bright with
In restless night, the welcoming
Where
What
rest
warm breast
When
When
the
Of dawn's new
is
follies
All we
And
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know
of the
step,
wind
is
that
it
blows.
is
long.
XXIX
God
also
is
an
artist in his
He made a
And smeared
men of
way,
the complacent brush
And
tore
it all
and opened
at a rush
The
75
XXX
I
am
frightened, sweetheart
that's the
long and
short
And
a mort
of hate
and
loss
and lack
false report.
76
XXXI
This
is
Only by
same
changing shape.
My dear, they have derived you from the ape,
But, for the difference, God's to praise or blame.
Shall we be sorrowful and call it shame
virtue of
its
Time
is
heart,
is
tame.
To
"77
XXXII
I
And
then do no
divide
Valley from
and no waters
Unbridged, unplumbed? can ev'n your
Said
'the
whole'
hills
valley,
roll
gift
control
The
still
retreating solace
still
denied ?
Why,
to give all is to
And
78
is to
have peace.
XXXIII
I f
to share,
But
my thought
lo,
air,
fair
is
me
hope,
79
XXXIV
Your sleep is like a child's the thoughts
Vague in the lucid and diurnal vast,
:
that roam,
fast.
Some
cry in sleep
Reaches
You
to
the
are so
young
And
all the
Is quiet,
80
failure of success
XXXV
Why is it that the
Are merged in
That the fine fringes of the hour decay
Before we grasp them; that the shadowed mere
Flickers and murmurs and is never clear,
And
facts are
November follows
But why
is
six
months
after
it is
May,
here?
good.
strength.
8i
XXXVI
My dim tumultuous hell of sleep is blurred
With shapes fantastic and unfortunate
That make the gestures and the mouths
An
of hate
And
broods obscene of
fish
bird.
Wise
To dove and
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is
kind.
XXXVII
Your beauty comes with banners, and the town
That might resist you, armouried with time,
Stoops to a tune, surrenders to a rhyme,
Before your laugh puts all defences
down
Your eyes have tamed the spears you bear the crown
Of mercy; pennants flutter and bells chime
;
The
it
wold,
good
83
XXXVIII
The silver mist along the river dims
The middle landscape and the distant
hills;
Torment
As, bit by
84
bit,
XXXIX
Now must we
The volume of
vicissitude,
and take
toll
85
::
XL
This
is
my plea before
To
86
;: :!
XLI
You told me I had saved you from the gloom
Of dubious purpose, ardour unfulfilled
You said, you would not have the heart to
A house whereof
build
A morning baulked
87
XLII
I
Though chances
And
Mock
challenge
it
it
Back and
still
back
to that
my
thoughts be led
unhappy bed
And
its
to die
treasure,
and the
earth.
88
to
XLIII
Two
air,
an equal flame
and trace
Of
A child
And
no longer,
still
different,
still.
one
leads.
One
follows
symbol
of a
thousand creeds,
89
XLIV
What
years, that
heap
Awaking on awaking,
on sleep.
And drown occasion as a charge of horse
Overwhelms an enemy of little force
And leaves the dead behind it? Must we weep
Life drenched and dazed by that unpitying sweep,
And nothing left of effort but remorse ?
To have
The
loved,
my dear,
sleep
is to
violence of time
to
have put
to
pause
have gathered up
Of
silence
to
90
XLV
Not to be bounded ev'n by
But to get up and go out
life's
content,
to track
much
but should
we
see thereby
Than
love can
make us?
dreams
From
deeper founts of
life,
before
we
die?
91
XLVI
Perhaps, perhaps, since silence comes so soon,
And
tell
lamentable love,
Is there
92
XLVII
The little things, the little restless things,
The base and barren things, the things that spite
The day, and trail processions through the night
Of sad remembrances and questionings;
The poverties, stupidities and stings;
The silted misery, the hovering blight
The things that block the paths of sound and sight;
The things that snare our thought and break its
wings
93
I f
XLVIII
woman when
the alarms
Of childhood
And made me
still
sure
From
the mysterious
chamber
of your charms.
But, dear,
And
if
94
in
for
my arms
you harsh
with
life
life
began
to be,
be reconciled
to
me
XLIX
less.
The fading
And
burn away.
A
And,
loved so well,
the end will prove
we
shall spell
95
L
me love's absolution all is clear
And noble, and the peace long held
Give
Is here enfranchised,
Whose
I f
My
of lust
dear,
Obey
To
free.
in trust
this
it
must
What of the
here.
96
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