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THE PURSUIT
OF
HAP P N E S
I
BENJAMIN
R. C.
LOW
AUTHOR OF
HOUSE THAT WAS AND OTHER POEMS"
SAILOR WHO HAS SAILED AND OTHER POEMS"
"THE
"THE
AND
"A
WAND AND
POEMS"
COPYRIGHT, 1918,
BY JOHN LANE
COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1919,
BY JOHN LANE
COMPANY
Press of
J. J. Little
New
& Ive
York, U.
Co.
S. A.
TO
THOMAS WALSH
470042
CONTENTS
PAGE
67
UNDERGROUND
72
11
A YOUNG
A YOUNG
GIRL LAUGHS
GIRL SINGS
CERTAINLY IN THAT Music
76
78
82
MARCH EIGHTEENTH
To THE VERY TENDER CRESCENT MOON
THE SOCIABILITY OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS
83
84
85
FIRE OF LEAVES
89
ONCE
IT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED So
MOODS
ON THE DEATH OF AN OBSCURE MUSICIAN
THE GARDEN OF OPPORTUNITY
FEBRUARY
OCTOBER
GRACE COURT, BROOKLYN HEIGHTS
91
93
....
95
97
100
103
105
107
ROMANTICISM
in
113
115
122
128
130
THE
PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS
And
dies,
sighs
Not by
the dance,
down
glades of
moon
light fled;
Nor
Is
dead,
unveiled
it
The
eyes,
And
almost has
it
by a turn of head.
tokened with unrest,
rainbow
It
For half
spirit,
its deity,
a glimpsing-time
and then
is
flown,
West,
The p ursuit
of Happiness
II
Who,
Soft,
fanned
grey,
in
Spain,
Ever and
12
s variance.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
III
drawn
Down
distant by-ways
gone,
Now,
chin in hand,
prise
that hies,
the lawn
skies.
And
rose;
a white wave-top, washing the far
Then
rim,
is
lonely
for one
The
Pursuit of Happiness
IV
To
sharp prow;
in mid-ocean, following that plough,
Watched the slow curling of its built-up
And
power
Ripen a blue past April s; loose a flower
Rarer than earth-born ever budded bough.
Even as sorrow, holden from the light
Looks forth,
comes true,
And
is,
just
relinquishing,
then,
when
most beautiful;
joy
so,
might
and
dies.
heaven;
sings;
The
When
Pursuit of Happiness
is
wind,
And
Right
To
it
goes,
woes
There be
With
And
is,
The
Expectant eyes,
all
came
s
eyes
flame
Who
stir.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
VI
A
A
lee
The
young
once more:
Of
pers run
With
foam.
After them
follow
them
galleon
of Spain,
Beaks from the North, and triremes of
!
fleets
great
Rome!
Not
one.
16
none?
The
Pursuit of Happiness
VII
Like music
stilled,
Lost,
stay;
There
is
Walks with
radiance
strewn
Of some
mourn
as they.
who
died)
will
not say,
moon;
beside.
a third?
Nay!
there
is
stair,
none
The
Pursuit of Happiness
VIII
When
love has
it
lost,
long
With
To
will
strong,
bear
not
the
brooding
night
again,
The
starlit
tides
that tore
its
heart in
its
time-old
twain;
On
cliffs
stone,
And
scoop the
Betrayed,
it
flint
for water
sire,
And
rid of
dreams
and
die.
flower-root
fills
flown.
18
is
The
Pursuit of Happiness
IX
flower to
So prinked
tell
the
wind with,
in purple,
lightly; yet
hand
still
place
And
The
Pursuit of Happiness
X
When
on
warm
fields the
dering,
And
woodland paths
little
When
let in
the
May;
spray,
And down
spring;
To
am!
Perverse
they,
Blithe birds
it
go
alway,
Cinctured with shadows of remembering.
Love should not wear so beautiful a smile,
When
life
it
in a
year:
The
less;
then joy
20
is
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XI
By token of red
And
harvest
gold;
By
marauding cold
lily-pads turn
By
its
own
just, infallible
When Autumn
I
answer:
hold!
very bold,
monarch, and take
"Hasten,
renown,
signals, being
frost:
crown!"
pained, reproach
ful eyes
the distance of a
glade,
Her hands
fall,
Her
No
trayed.
21
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XII
Like as an arrow, loosed against the night,
Or
slips
backward from
delight.
is a waywardness belying bliss,
There
A
A
joy;
22
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XIII
Spirits there are, intuitively great,
Who
will not
own
stars,
strung wire
Make
and
lyre
Whose
hate the
to win;
Making
obeisance at a
s.
Mercy Seat
Then they too
pass
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XIV
As on
Beyond
where grey-plumed
sea-
birds cry,
So, in carved sepulchres, the great dead
Illuminate, long after funeral urns
lie
down
the sky,
lyric gladness each brave soul spread
Forever,
glory
high,
stave above the stature thought dis
One
cerns.
Almost it is as if another
Were round these relics,
air
full
of cloudy
gold
And
and
time,
Waves
become
dreams,
and
booming
Of
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XV
Not
differently to-day
^gean
blue
The
is
drowned
In just such groves as faned Apollo knew.
Where went that art which anciently could
hew
Stones into beauty lifted from this ground
Such length of dreams? Something is lost
they found,
moon-beam
beyond men
breadth
who
spent
One shoulder
heave
at
heaven,
and
passed on,
Up
gave,
And
itrave,
Unto
the Parthenon.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XVI
Death
is
when loved
ones die;
them
Containing
time
in
sweetness
out
of
The
lotus-lily
caught
chime
in
Each drop
rhyme
ripple
and
each
tear
is
beauty that still fades,
As, leaf by leaf, the fresh-cut coronal
Fades, and the light fades, and stars, and
April snows.
26
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XVII
"What is truth?" Death an
him
swered
And Druid blocks and dolmens of strange
Pilate said:
stone,
North
lichen-
Then,
in
dim
brooding bent-browed by
twilight,
the brim
Of
Men
blown,
Exhilarant wings, roofing, of cherubim.
Beneath the minster towers what hymns
have rolled;
How
The
Of
kindle on
crescent
it still
flames
it
stands,
of dragon fire,
and Christ-crossed
shields of gold!
Once.
Saith
made
with
the
spirit:
hands."
27
"Temples
not
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XVIII
Now
pain
her,
when
grain
To
seaward
in
dis
dain.
And
there,
at
last,
Her dreams
sea
How,
nearly
flown,
earth-tied
through
ages past,
Beauty still
round
breathes her
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XIX
When Da Vinci painted his Gioconda, so,
He verged by stealth on Beauty s holiness,
And would have had her naked truth, un
less,
caress,
And
Indelible, unfading;
by,
29
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XX
and canvas, fancier of dreams
Disintegrate in moonlight, reader mild
Artist
Of
gleams
Of
leafy
streams
In
all his
How
ways how
deep
By each
fallen
sunlight
in
elfish
dark
and wood-wild,
least glint
Even
down
as lips
approach
it,
at the brim,
he makes prayer
Of
him;
And, haply, has
He
fails,
dies.
it,
though, for
all that.
Beauty
still
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXI
In texture of deep tides that thwart and
bind,
Dumb
With
muted
moonlight,
reaching
into
blind,
violins;
impassioned
trumpets,
blow
Music her mantle dons; earth fades be
!
hind:
And
Love,
in
Whose
sky
Misleading
stars.
How
hauntingly she
calls
Poor
fool; in vain.
no more.
They
pass that
way
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXII
Clad in a song, with loops of early flowers
Lavished about her shoulders, Poetry,
maid
Of
showers,
With
frolic mirth, a
melancholy glade
A little weary, then, prone in the shade,
Saddens a tune with crowns and crumbled
:
towers.
Her
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXIII
Words
cage
music that
is
heard
By happy
theft
flying,
preference
from youth,
nor bestirred
each printed
all
word
overgrown with
age.
Remembrance of
The
flash of
the blue
momentary
bliss,
To
33
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXIV
One maiden knee emerging, one bared
limb,
Modelled Diana
Are
all
And
frain,
An
antic rhapsody of
So leaped they in the
And
so
flute
and hymn.
grew languid,
feeling love
draw
nigh.
By touch
To
immortal
clasp
shame
wedlock
without
The moment
passes.
die.
34
We
too?
Yes,
we
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXV
A
summer
beach,
warm
drowsing; clean,
wet sand
With
filling
footprints
sea.
Here,
hose
rap
ture dly
They run
in
hand,
Adventure
off
their
to
instep,
native
bridge
of
land
Foam-deep
ankle
and then
knee
To
With
home
scurry
all
shining tanned.
And
more.
blended,
they
are
still;
The
chill:
The wind
is
35
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXVI
Is man a wave whose reach is not yet run?
Will dreams surge higher after he has
died?
at the trestle-
side,
and sun
poem
of sea
may be.
Than this
It
is
in pride
there shall be
none.
away.
Imperishable plan;
The tides
fall.
frail
edifice!
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXVII
Museum
maunderings
shelf
of
bones;
Old yellow
skulls with
stain
Of
time
Set
erosion;
migraine,
out to cool,
so
death s-heads
with
fresh-cooked
many
scones.
What
them?
of
Measurements; cephalic
zones;
short of
them?
Nay!
but
again
To
Somewhat was
smouldering
here,
snuffed
out;
some
fire;
Some
No
But crowded to
sire.
its
roof-trees
with de
The
backward
laughter
dreams.
37
of
departing
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXVIII
Like as the straight blue sea curves round
at last,
And
like as stars in
open midnight
lie
cry
Victories over victories, then die
To nearer beauty, up the trudged-out past.
There is a current speaks in human veins,
flow
Unswerving;
a repeated, farewell
word,
surges, life re
tains
Dim memory
of,
sea-coast
heard,
Adventure
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXIX
Unyielding ruins stretched in acrid smoke,
Behold how Rheims, her beauty all laid
bare,
The
lovelier
for defacement,
more
still
fair,
More heaven
new
devil
stroke,
What
a tongue
they spoke,
Who,
four-square,
The
of
great escutcheon
there
good courage
And
this
rank
skull,
eyes empty,
mouth
agape,
Mortality
Spilt-on
residuary, found,
by death,
in
some contemptuous
ditch,
More nobly
By heights
than in
life
prefigured
not reaching
which,
It
sowed with
ground.
39
The
Pursuit of Happiness
There
is
XXX
a house, wide-elbowed,
nudging
trees,
eries.
it,
of whose bees
indoors, the re
frain
Of
window-pane:
like draperies.
blundering
But
silence
flies
upon
An
faint
antique beauty
Like waves
At
it
in
lifted
still,
over years,
and
ill.
40
its
long-gone good
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXI
Houses have hauntings, on warm after
noons
No
siesta, at
the door
Enmeshed
in
heart swoons.
how
the
tunes,
Those wave-tops
in the sunlight
men
call
"souls,"
Whence comes
it
mind
This music?
How
worn,
Their star-dipped path, on
whom
un
an ocean
rolls?
Poor
drift of
hind!
dreams
trailing so far be
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXII
It
may
Forever, Love
Truth
is,
first
known,
Laying old beaches bare of long-dead
But
things;
life roots deep, and twenty thousand
springs
Suffice
Dry
thrown
Next year the warbler
grown:
oak over
in a
new
tree sings.
all
the precipice
seedlings lodge
and climb;
Her
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXIII
Youth
first
is
April,
mischievous,
then
May,
From wink
of
dawn
to waned-out after
noon
Seated astride the earth, a singing tune
All twinkled full of starlight, a flushed
spray
is
June;
And
life,
more away.
is
pain
burns
To
vein!
Say
it
still
change
is
loss;
the chilled
heart turns,
Still, from the sea, to one last glow of
land.
43
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXIV
Beauty has other thoughts than place or
time;
the rime
pied players,
part gapes empty, almost unawares,
While the great actor s cloak is praised
Its
sublime.)
This earth
Gyved
to
is captive to the
spacious dark,
the gusty pathways on which
turn
Which
flight,
butterfly
bent whither?
learn?
44
Who
shall
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXV
Like singing in the sea-light, off the wane
Of afternoon (when, weathered mainsails
wide,
The
fishing fleet
Are
pain
de
The music
of a dream-entinctured tide
On shadowy
ships,
Remembrance
if
and a far-held
be
there
of
refrain.
Beauty
face,
The
It
Some deep
oblivion yields
Haunting
horizons.
know
not whence.
45
it,
.
ring on ring,
Whence?
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXVI
Love keeps the day
broken to stars
all
night.
There
is
Beyond
To brimming
basins
of
fresh
morning
light,
And
de
spite
Down
world-old eaves.
Love
leans the
scales
That
from the
level
chite.
Love
in
hands
Hears the
faint
moan
world,
The lap of waves, the pebbles brooks wash
bare,
From
Lily
furled.
46
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXVII
Happy
is
sleep
Of
flowers refreshed!
to keep
What
drowsiness
boom
So memory
;
lives.)
What
gladness out of
gloom
Are
not, at
dawn: with
childlike
welcom
ing.
the
47
dower
is
done
a golden ring.
but will soon.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXVIII
Many
morning,
leaf-like,
has
been
strewn,
Reluctantly, tiding a pleasant place;
Many a night has ravelled into lace,
Touched by
moon;
the
in
one afternoon.
And
Not
eyes
It
is,
Only
And
in
land
little-bird replies.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXIX
swimmer
the
in
one wave
sunrise,
break
grope beneath bewilderment.
The surge
Wears thin: soon, soon, I shall emerge;
The blurring drops from my blear eye
I
lids shake;
Rise to the next
To
And
golden
call,
urge
Troubles me, now, so deeply, for love
sake.
There
This
is
so
much
to seek!
is
so near behind
Through
this deep-
sea trance
Beauty
falls flickering,
Life catches
it,
bewitched, unsure;
lined;
sand-floor
lies
dreaming
pure
Love?
Nay!
but broken
variance.
49
light
love
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XL
When
this blind
now
shall be the
golden
past,
And
ing
When
warm haze
on mellow
hills,
fills
What
tree,
spills
red-robin
trills,
and hallowed,
last?
With tangled
fern,
Or
Of
briars
undertwined
with
Swallow to
lake
where?
Compelled by what bleak memory to
turn?
50
re
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLI
How strange
it is
how
again;
hot,
haunted
air,
soul at challenge,
God
dark every
where.
Why
is it
ing
care
Each
step a
fair
sorrow
glowing
now more
ripe stain?
the wars re
clicks
the gate,
his
hall,
To
his
boyhood
worst
all;
Pain?
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLII
If
it
For sweet
allure
Of moon-white moth
bee
With
pollen
care
on
his
back,
and have no
And
And
grow
Beyond a beauty visiting on eyes
For some desired endearing, to a power
A thought more perfect than our pulses
know:
It may be in some slowly-opened hour,
Bleeding at heart, we perfume Paradise.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLIII
Music there
is,
Of meadow brooks
have played,
Whose compass
cade,
Where
all
the land
Beauty there
is,
foam
Of
quiet home
Of water-lilies (Far it is and fain,
And sad for beauty s sake), called Char
acter.
53
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLIV
He was
The
came mean;
Brown market dust and he trudged dawns
between
And
fro,
An
in
tervene.
He
are dead;
rough
cross
Outlives,
and
is
54
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLV
Who
glow of sky
Who
He
down
The golden
;
town
Are
And
The world
will
never
dead.
55
own
Saint Francis
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLVI
Because he loved the truth he died unspent,
blade caught sky with every logic
Whose
stroke,
Whose
The
new
earth
went,
Hewn
Persuaded to be loving
And
himself lived,
meant.
so
com
so he spoke,
simply,
what he
deathless dead,
travails, she who
was
his
proud
desire,
Keeping
beauty with a guarded tongue.
Cold, do they say she is; unvoiced of fire;
No singer? She gave time a man instead.
his
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLVII
know not if a better bloom there be
Than this rough earth gives, being trodden
down
By wager of young feet in death s renown,
I
On
it
brown,
And humming
all
ingly.
young loss?
away;
Sorrow?
a heart
inches
By
That round
;
faith
a
is
forfeit
how
wounded
ing!
57
life
is
eyes,
flung
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLVIII
One
star
and
is lit,
whole sea
is
burned
To shadow
into
no such anodyne
Of darkness, patiently
As drowns the hurt of
interned,
And
Lips with
loveliness discerned
lips
com
bine;
the lost
is
the di
vine
(How know
learned?)
Vainly. Yet, wistful hands, not
Outreached
in
starlight,
all in
vain
something have
you; flung
To
is
altars
born of Beauty
own
desire.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLIX
Eternity walks with us, stride for stride,
Once in so rarely, bending down to see
Upon two
Goes out
We
in
beside.
By
this
we
by
this
Like dreamers
in their
dreams, an
artifice
59
The
Not
in
the
bones
Not
in
Pursuit of Happiness
pith
brain;
dream, not
plain;
music, intermingled with deaf tones;
There is an urge that enters in and owns
off again.
of pain,
Unrest and exile up wild mountain lones
There is a fealty affirmed so far,
The
And
is
undaunted of men
eyes.
They
are
nor great;
Show us where
Beauty
passed by!
60
went,
for
she
The
Pursuit of Happiness
LI
Hereafter.
Upon
...
Is
it
death to
fall
awake
hind?
to
Death,
knot
loose
masque of mind,
lave in naked truth
And
as in a lake?
The bedtime
mummer s
this
it
were
to take
sake.
There
is
Through crimson
cleft of crags in
deepen
ing shade.
Here there is tryst of battle brunt to bear,
Beauty
betrayal.
sobbing bugle
(Hewn and
hacked-off
blade,
shall not pass!)
there.
They
61
Roland
is
riding
The
Pursuit of Happiness
LII
Spring almost seems more beautiful than
Spring,
rose;
Knee-deep the
orchards
fling
Warmth
close
Almost
it
knows,
And weaves her love-dance
in
a dizzier
ring.
Fumes
is
We are
no heat to burn:
62
fields,
The
Pursuit of Happiness
LIII
Great winds are out havoc is in the trees.
So be it. Snuff the stars; unslip the rain;
Let ruin run like blood. In vain, in vain
Comes courage in its cockle-boat, and keys
:
Its
How beautiful
It strikes the
How warm
heart
It is like
reaching
hands
find.
Happiness?
Nay,
know
not.
As
the
storm,
The
singing gathers.
stands
Who
drinks of
hind!
it.
He
Pain?
There
is
under
dream be
The
Pursuit of Happiness
LIV
I
had
was
a dream, once
it
lives
ago?
first glint
went
From charmed
pent
At
From
blent,
Sipped
All
to
know.
is
not loss
Made
Deter
like a fragrance,
there
is
dream behind,
Death and pain
pitiful by loving.
not, but are climbed
lives.
fades not;
it
will find!
(I
fling
me
flower,
Breathless,
again.)
and love
pursuit
goes
on
The
Pursuit of Happiness
LV
A
factory in the
fields,
whose windows
flare
down
whistle
where?
So dreams begin.
Yet tasting of it
the
It
is
is
railroad,
going
to drink
no more
dragore
these
are there.
Youth
Who
calls,
and happiness
lives to
it?
know.
There is a beauty,
And
after all
is
is
just
ahead!
sung
is
said
unreached forever.
JACK O DREAMS
(ToAlfredNoyes)
On
In
shadow that
As
I
(I
tower
cast,
light as
so soon.
then,
city,
and couldn
know.)
Italy,
From
A bundle
And
on
his
back he bore,
wore
*
From
67
May,
1916.
Jack
From
Dreams
childhood; but
knew him
not,
and
in
my
eyes;
couldn
No
in the spillings
longer, now,
of
care,
air
tip
to tip of flame.
it
caught
me
very soon.)
The
Bridge were
cables of the
strings,
a violin
upon
There were four of them and every one
in tune
a cloud along
music that was loud and
strong;
only needed dancers for the revels to
begin.
Jack
Dreams
Then
shout,
violin.
in
the heart of
it
And
girl
dozen
different
specimens
of
And subway
Wall
Street
And,
It
lit
69
Jack
Dreams
They gave
it
all,
From
one
small
newsboy
to a traffic-squad-police
horse, that pranced.
mister!"
man
in that
line.)
To
to
right
s
my
soul,
it
at
me, up
did!
in
that wink.)
Then,
all at
once, the
it
spell;
to creaking
heels,
To
70
Jack
And
Dreams
in the beating of
that bell.)
The
toilers
in
their stead.
Adown
Its
workshop
ade of
flowed away
a cobbled road of grey,
city
behind
lights
it
like a palis
fire.
From
vines grow.
It
may
be
but
his
pack,
it
seems,
Is
is all I
know.)
UNDERGROUND *
Life prods us here so fast, so herded we,
Men
travel
under
ground.
not just gay and free,
But now and then, for all its obloquy,
Sight comes to deeper depths down there,
It isn t pleasant:
IVe found.
Take
this,
A little
wedged
Took
in
human undertow,
with the
turns in
rest,
fan.
Scant
room enough
a picture-puzzle space
precisely; on one side
sulky Falstaff, grunting his disgrace,
the other, a shop-girl with hat-hidden
I fitted in
On
face,
Reading
*
From
72
Underground
Her
my down
ward
gaze,
Unconsciously, to read, was mine for clue
Of all her cloudy years and priceless days.
She read the paper, I, the hidden ways
Of
nature,
groping,
to
blindly,
come
through.
Of
one
who
hand that
toiled
From
not a
spoiled;
White heroine of
But kept
its
Somehow,
down
holiness through
of what a
Makes mention
woman
of,
in
all,
s
that told,
heart, deep
maiden wisdom
stoled;
Of mother-hunger
A little
73
Underground
Was
it
the roundness,
wrist;
The plump,
full
completing the
curve,
whole hand?
Partly,
think,
missed
Too
subtle to be gleaned
some moonlight-
kissed,
Some
Too
The
sunrise
and
points,
mariners
ad
mire,
Some nook
gone.
A woman s
weakness
in
that
hand com
bined
With what
of:
Down
in those
divined,
That glory
to light seas
74
woman
love.
Underground
ripe nature
stir,
A riddle, this,
Only
heed.
This much
creed,
Goodness
is
better
down
ground.
75
there
under
and a
tree;
The
And dreams?
me free.
Not
yet.
The
pansies set
Of
On
market day,
home.
forsook
Young
With laughter
And
Girl Laughs
laden,
airs,
Pansies?
Nay!
away.
Two
and a
tree.
77
fumes
anaesthetic
dilutes
courage
more,
Even, than pain
That
flickers
lights
nerve
It
(Each new
stars.
was, most
likely,
weakness.
came
the kind that blow
First there
A cold
sea-fog on confidence
then fears,
then, slow
wings
Dark-clustering on trees; the
doubt.
Memory
but,
disgorged,
carcass
dog-like,
took
again
The
pallet-bed
white
on wheels; the
staff
in
to
draw from;
fumes.
78
last,
the
Girl Sings
Young
That
things,
The
it,
all
the
world,
Etching
walls
aimless
pattern
on
blank
Was
to a spark
death?
Was
This argued
so
life
it.
(So
gangrened doubt.)
Came
then an evening,
That burned
full
of sunset sky,
gold,
And
sail
And
like a
leaden.
Doubt
still
But
sank it.
listlessly,
Then
oh, then
voice,
girl
s,
79
A
High
Young
singing.
Very
Girl Sings
soft,
at
first,
and
sweet,
Cool
rill-notes
before
dawn and
after
rain,
fuller,
soon,
And
It
The very
Triumphing.
So a wave, up-wandering
From drifted slopes beyond the ocean
rim,
Filling
its
dawn,
At
last,
And
so might
a village street
now
A populace
at
A
With
Young
Girl Sings
their dear
tears
land saved,
On
grime,
And
faces
friendly
faces
bringing
home
Victory.
Strange that
God
so,
And
But, you
see,
It
wasn
just a
souls.
Life isn
small.
voice.
And
death.
81
death?
There
is
no
Leaned
tide
There
at
its
its
is
remembrance
in
sanctified,
it,
the player
Haply
where.
You
are a part of
Brooks,
lights,
all
clouds,
birdsongs,
April
ecstasies,
a field of
gold,
82
kissed and
MARCH EIGHTEENTH
The wastrel earth is down in dreams;
warmth is nooked beneath the hill;
A
A
What
Laughter
is lost,
hard to understand.
There
is
a twilight
Remembers
She
is
not,
is
not
dead
A baby s sigh;
A white moth
The
lift
s thigh;
of lids that flutter
On
Made
wife, slim
moon,
CRES-
gives
it
rarely.
It
must happen
so.
The
and go
Out
read!"
she said.
mood
my tome and
In lazy
took
followed after.
back
for
Soon
(The
way
adventure.)
Across the warm, gold afternoon,
She led me, with light feet and laughter,
I
Into a wood.
One
cleft of sunlight
caught
it;
good bark
brown,
There was,
clothes
think,
we wore
some
virtue in the
No
hat,
and sneakers;
85
I,
The
Old
flannels,
tennis shirt
and shoes.
(Comfort
al
lows
The mood
We
care
squandered
Each took
quirks deny.)
little
time on speech:
a corner of the
window; guided
Plump
Books were
Pre-eminent, we thought.
(In winter s footprints April hides her
flower.)
We
Not romance,
I
read
John
Milton;
she,
an
Olive
Schreiner.
Were
Half-sensed,
the while,
soft intrusions, seas,
to
of a motor-boat,
beneath
bright voices, then
Throbbing
86
The
But mostly
One almost
peace.
felt the
sun
A-westering, while one small bee
L Allegro,
The
Penseroso, Lytidas,
Cyriack, and the Blindness.
Ghost
lier
friends pass,
That
I
still
room grew.
new way.
I remember
in a
well
The
(They
Still
own
it.)
Whence
it
came
cannot
tell,
But we waked,
somehow,
aware.
An
inroad ended
it:
megaphone
87
and
was
The
Called:
out
are
"We
we
The world
Books
starting!"
closed,
ran,
of common-sense resumed.
No
plan.
We waked
in
us.
was
some
eternity,
of,
it
seems,
dreams.
Who
runs
may
read only
;
rare.
88
A FIRE OF LEAVES
The
hills
down;
Red Autumn,
Still
While
in
boundaries,
hills, it
lay
Humble, appealing,
With
grey,
worn
like a prayer.
roof,
and moss-grown
eaves,
One house
candle from
Before
it
its
burned a
window
fire
smiled,
of leaves.
And
Fire of Leaves
The
We traced
Caught
it,
What was
it, till
a whiff of breeze
and pierced
it
with a star.
find
it
Some touch of
Some taste of
We
And
road?
wings.
90
ONCE
All in and out the leaves the rain,
All in and out the fields the train
hill
The pavements
Two
Dark
A wink,
91
Once
somewhere
before.
92
long
IT
The wind
And
I
in the
oak leaves
SO
them down
had died
outside,
sent you
my
And you
me back
not a word;
No folded white wings to unclose:
The heart of a pressed wild rose
Was
It
sent
rose
To
It
It
was
my own
93
It
It
On
It
The
This,
But
it
That
wasn
I
to touch
my
lips to this
not this to
kiss
But, as
94
it
meant
MOODS
Gold, over the hilltop thrown, gold, like
a flaming sea;
Silver, a silvery sickle, a
frostily
Breath
moon
a-glinting
To
Heaven
let
I,
with
my window
where
flung
it
let
dies;
the frame,
Love and
;
A
I,
let
my
soul thirst,
and fainting
95
to
Moods
candles
Candlelight,
and
quiet,
kettle
purring low;
Silver, a silvery kettle,
snow
cloth of
Fragrance
in air,
a-gleam against a
Good
promising;
a-plenty,
Irksome to
I,
all
fear.
chair
drawn my
in,
Memories,
soft, of
ON THE DEATH OF AN
OBSCURE MUSICIAN
Never more, now,
Up
turning
blind creeks
Never, ah,
breaks, burning,
set free.
Sorrowfully quenched,
dim horizon
like a
sail
on the
crowned
Thy proud
thee, dies
on
ocean again.
dry sedges,
And
Bare the
a pitiless
salt
moon
edges,
the ice thicken soon,
And
97
On
Death
the
Brief
Obscure Musician
of an
is
given
warm sky;
dissolve like a cloud in the
a rift of
By
Dreamed, we
blue of heaven:
So we come, so we die.
So
there
is
the ocean
like devotion.
heart.
tide,
.
with
its
dog-
Is there
And
is
is
a mantle gold
the sky.
By
broken
strong sun
was
cloud-
thine,
sailor s
On
the
Death
of an
Obscure Musician
New
by the rain;
Inland are joy and rest, and seaward
vagrance
Of long-wandering pain.
Thou
distilled
stars,
on
s traces,
So
it
singers;
dead of sor
Thou
world to-morrow,
on wave, comes thy song.
s
Wave
99
feet
goOne
little
whisper while;
Would
Full
many
Who
Much
pother
None
is
is
name
Here
Behind
Thrust
it,
whim
100
The Garden
Let
choose
of
Opportunity
wake
To
We
ll
find the
dream come
true.
On
But
lovers
long delight,
And
We
We
ll
dream
the
flower
whose bud
furled,
The
With warmth
of being kind.
101
is
The Garden
We
ll
dream
of Opportunity
Of
Above
That
Known, and
We
ll
dream beside
That
life is
And
It
faith
is
a bugle blown.
One droop
of fingers,
Releases you.
The
Nay
name
The mountains
blue lake
of eyes,
but time flies ?
lift
is
,
Love of Truth,
Loyalty.
FEBRUARY
I
know
A hill, with
Is
Are
The
To
With
And
and
is
level
ground
garden gate
and a wall around,
flower-buds bending by mete and
cross,
a latch to
lift,
bound
And prim
little
walks,
and beyond
sound
Of
Be
Now
103
February
In the wood, with a rough stone bench be
fore
;
Now look
Of
the sudden
cliffs,
and the
floor
And
We
have
What
104
OCTOBER
Not with dreams
to you,
of simple-minded spring;
But up the forest aisles, with long haloo,
Red-wreathed garlands bring.
Now
no more to roam,
Unto bold
Or
cliffs
turn
home
Down
Frosted
in the sun,
To
silent distances
all
the
meadows
are;
star.
all
October
Good
it
were to go,
Letting laughter
Still
all
With
The
solid,
walls
city
gleams.
task once more
lamplight
no backward looks
or sighs!
Life I sing, not dreams
106
and
eight
o clock;
the
street
lights
throw,
Exactly as in long ago,
From
Two
traceries
Of
The
The
plot
would
sound.
The brook
An
107
blame
to feel again
dies,
Of
ball,
With sweet
And
On bubbling
Oh,
bliss
its merriment.
have once more
all,
out
to
at
hand
And no
blare,
horizon anywhere
How
That
happiest of holidays,
is
to praise
embark,
How
Of
Of
And
youth,
how
how good
lightly
108
worn
the sun,
and won!
Without
To
my
shut
Or Sousa
or The Serenade,
But, radiant, out of memory burst
The joyful times I heard them first.
What
Above
How
bright with
Was
soul
And
The
Those times!
through
Will not forget.
who
(Will you?
109
Will you?)
lilac
bushes are
The poplar
And
The
no
ROMANTICISM
(To John Masefield)
Cold gold eagle of the Roman legionaries,
Seated on a standard while the war roared
round
;
With
val,
Up
life
down be
low.
a twenty-dollar gold-
piece,
Spreading out
its
up pride;
in
Romanticism
With
a grin of lofty,
gratified
ment,
Devil take the hindmost
and
content
a sleeked
inside.
Hot
live eagle
Swooping down
drawn;
With
ance,
brisk bright
Skirling out his hunger to the
dawn.
112
REQUIESCAT
"That
bones;
"He
Cook
likeness"
perfect
That
s all.
There
guide drones.
they re poetry.
nothing else to see."
guide
Peace
in the
Wanes
Comes
church
the afternoon
"dreams"?
madness?
Came
Horror,
Prometheus plucked from heaven;
he?
*
22, 1916.
and
Requiescat
bones?
The very
Sky-clambering
And
in clearest rose,
by one,
bugles run
From
And
life,
rich life, is
Shakespeare!
twain
still
unsung.
breaks
warm
sunlight
violets
bloom
114
again.
in
New,
Timber
now pa
pers blow.
be tidy, bent
one big circus tent.
Somewhat
Swayed
by
shout
headlines;
governed
by
in
new one
s out.
New,
But
in
behind
Transcript, Feb.
7, 1917.
These United
Won
Given
States
bare,
Hands
and
tough-trained,
level-looking
eyes
warm
skies;
life-blood,
heroes-wrappedaround,
Deep, too deep for tears, not spoken of
Save by that great love which answers
love;
Star-outlined, of trees;
by rain-ringed fires
and
Gleaned,
sung again on wind-bleached
foam
With brave
for
ships
China,
praising
home,
to
Proudly,
most
strange
skies;
most sweet,
fair
Songs, the
old,
old
where.
116
These United
States
and pale
But not dying dreams
still
held,
still
hale,
will.
II
New,
Latin, Armenian,
crew
New
ship;
But
117
These United
States
Lunging
at thongs
thills,
Time on
time,
by conquest, despot-torn;
Daunted
Towards
Of
dim
But not dying
Still
Anchored
like iron
rock-deep
118
in
proud
will.
These United
States
III
Dreams.
Fires.
rope blow,
Whose rampired
glow
With
And
The
away,
cannon thunder whispers night and
day.
Fires.
Dreams.
inous,
darkened
streets,
is
done
Gestation of a giant doomed to birth
The forging of a new and mightier earth.
Not by
ease
These United
A bolder blood
States
And
Even now
seems
The Thinker
questions.
Travail.
Dark overhead
the clouds of
Heat-lightning-lit, dull,
spirit
And
moves
Europe blow,
ominous and low.
And
will be
sung,
From pompous
blue.
The house
Dreams
still
and
locked
fires.
120
and
dreaming.
These United
States
IV
Thou whose
await
full
battle s bleeding
in fire
mould;
and dreams en
With
awakening
sword;
Some
Thou
Lord!
121
town.
grumbler
frown.
I
We
Machine-gun
same
tune;
Came
hiking
home we
did, then
one wide
grin
Our
skin
Has toughened we
;
ll
sing, soon.
27, 1918.
The
don
The way
And
just understand.
of
it,
all this
marching,
Rubs
off
What
somehow
but
mud and
sand
man wouldn
one
do,
we
rookies,
We
like
About
men you
the
Isn
much
tent with
untried
through and
through
We
The
We
need our
When we
Sometimes, we hear
get over.
said,
At
school
Wars and
we used
to
know
Re
vere
And Bunker
123
row
The
Of them, we
studied.
Things
in
books are
queer:
When Lee
fought Grant,
it
wasn
real or
near.
This one
is different,
though.
Only they
ought
show
to
some
faint
alarm,
I felt
About
this
time at
home
loam
In ploughing time.
And
sunsets?
can
see
The
About
this time, at
home.
The
We
away,
White
frost
on
fields; thick
yellow stacks
of grain,
early nights for mischief.
And
Old Green
guessed
Who
stole his
lane
With bombs
his
window-pane.
rest.
like that;
is
for pumpkins.
Over
there in
France
They
all
shot dead.
So
flat
It is,
Of smoking
ruins.
Like home?
Not
chance
Not
It will be.
Look
The
all
sweetest
like that
scattered
every
where
As
125
Inside
The
I like
And
to close
think of
All sorts of
it
my
eyes
a continent unrolled
cities;
endless railroad
ties,
Sunlight
gold,
At
Way
replies.
heart of you
It swells the
Her boys go
in
The hold
Loyal?
last,
in
men
Texas, too,
with
it:
I tell
This country
How
big
it is,
is
You know
quite a way
magnificent.
how
busy;
it
today.
126
it
was
The
strong
we were.
same
We
chose to
Now
fight.
watch
His turn
Give us
us.
One
great flame
The road
Let
is.
it
burn
God
high;
we
stick true,
won
War,
wreck
it.
It
will save
it.
Happy?
might
die
Of
comfort.
This
I?
I
127
The
flame
Went down
of the
it
dawn
The
That way
In
its
is
could be withdrawn.
steel
best
own
dignity.
Proud
On
flag!
how meekly
it is
prone
Asks not
his
name
128
Transcript, October
Pine Box
New
airs;
tis theirs,
in
it
remains.
129
tis
theirs!
had
a vision:
Near an open
sky,
In aisles of trees,
rustling tread,
went
by
Dark
panoplies.
air,
Or shadows
No
shattering shot;
were there,
Cadenced like
looked
and they
as clouds
move when
seas.
drowned;
drew
along a singing, but the tune
They
Is being
Was
And
So
less
than sound:
like, so
The Housing
Dry
leaves and
of the Banners
slow
As might
a sleep
And
it
fain
Till leagues
ahead,
And
and then
stars,
spread.
So on a
silence,
far out
When
I
shed
reapers reap.
saw them
lie,
down through
the stubble
grass,
And
Not
ruined shade;
all
all full
limbed,
alas,
Was
Whose
unafraid.
fingers
Came
Of one
As might a
the stir
small breeze,
smile be, pitiful,
from her
The Housing
Whose
of the Banners
would please
for sorrow; then, it seemed, a
child
With songs
sigh
And
by,
Of
sore unease.
miracle!
like hairs
my
upon
head,
In cold accord
They
ranks, and
now were
flags
unfurled,
now went out a music on the world,
like
bubbles,
darkly swirled,
Pricked with a sword.
"O
To
warm
earth
Down
hillsides
air,
hear flocked
to feel the
go
dawn again
cattle
frain
Of
What
we gave who
these things:
132
stripped us of
The Housing
No
of the
Banners
in
blossomy
springs,
Or
pale cheeks
glow?
"Shall
Nor
Of fluttering gold?
Where shall we learn
feet
beat?
life
precious
Tales to be told
"A
murmur
To
So
it
in the hills
waft away
beckoning deeds;
Who
hears
Spirits are
it,
dipped
They drink
day
heeds.
in starlight
long before
them more.
Dreams; or remembrance?
bright on war,
And bleeds
and bleeds.
133
Youth runs
The Housing
"There is
a troth
of the Banners
For traveling
their
good brave
for
scars.
too
They
Are Truth s: you
be true,
in the
stem
Lifts heart
aglow
Remember
From
treacherous glooms.
With
awhile,
gifts of open doorways, and a smile
Or
two,
when
a bird sings in
us,
some sweet
aisle
We
1
used to
know."
134
The Housing
of the Banners
stair
by
stair,
In spiral round:
And lo, a cloudy roof and
window
stain
On
So deep
On
its
swound.
hung
will not
let die;
The
cross
upon the
altar
was
like
sky
pride
pinnacle,
and
broke,
In spray outspread
air like
smoke,
those dead
all
Shook earth
as
The Housing
With one
of the Banners
The
great shout.
to swim
With heavenly colour,
silence
seemed
brim
Was
I
was
harvested.
Of languid day;
The dawn remembered
drowsy
air
banners; stair by
stair
poppies,
blown
With
sleep.
It is
not grief
high part to
own
Tears.
Rather, smiles!
all
alone,
red bouquet.
136
plucked me,
STAMPED BELOW
AN INITIAL FINE OF
25
CENTS
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