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Poems, 1908-1919
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The soul of me, the soul of me?
Nay, even as they are, so is he,
And all are blind.
On Christmas morning we were wed,
Ah me the morn, the luckless morn;
Now poppies burn along the corn,
Would I were dead.
FORSAKEN
The word is said, and I no more shall know
Aught of the changing story of her days,
Nor any treasure that her lips bestow.
And I, who loving her was wont to praise
All things in love, now reft of music go
With silent step down unfrequented ways.
My soul is like a lonely market-place,
Where late were laughing folk and shining steeds
And many things of comeliness and grace;
And now between the stones are twisting weeds,
No sound there is, nor any friendly face,
Save for a bedesman telling o’er his beads.
DEFIANCE
O wide the way your beauty goes,
For all its feigned indifference,
And every folly’s path it knows,
And every humour of pretence.
But I can be as false as are
The rainbow loves which are your days,
And I will gladly go and far,
Content with your immediate praise.
Your lips, the shyer lover’s bane,
I take with disputation none,
And am your kinsman in disdain
When all is excellently done.
LOVE IN OCTOBER
The fields, the clouds, the farms and farming gear,
The drifting kine, the scarlet apple trees …
Not of the sun but separate are these,
And individual joys, and very dear;
Yet when the sun is folded, they are here
No more, the drifting skies: the argosies
Of wagoned apples: still societies
Of elms: red cattle on the stubbled year.
So are you not love’s whole estate. I owe
In many hearts more dues than I shall pay;
Yet is your heart the spring of all love’s light,
And should your love weary of me and go
With all its thriving beams out of my day,
These many loves would founder in that night.
TO THE LOVERS THAT COMEAFTER US
Lovers, a little of this your happy time
Give to the thought of us who were as you,
That we, whose dearest passion in your prime
Is but a winter garment, may renew
Our love in yours, our flesh in your desire,
Our tenderness in your discovering kiss,
For we are half the fuel of your fire,
As ours was fed by Marc and Beatrice.
Remember us, and, when you too are dead,
Our prayer with yours shall fall upon love’s spring
That all our ghostly loves be comforted
In those yet later lover’s love-making;
So shall oblivion bring his dust to spill
On brain and limbs, and we be lovers still.
DERBYSHIRE SONG
Come loving me to Darley Dale
In spring time or sickle time,
And we will make as proud a tale
As lovers in the antique prime
Of Harry or Elizabeth.
With kirtle green and nodding flowers
To deck my hair and little waist,
I ’ll be worth a lover’s hours…
Come, fellow, thrive, there is no haste
But soon is worn away in death.
Soon shall the blood be tame, and soon
Our bodies lie in Darley Dale,
Unreckoning of jolly June,
With tongues past telling any tale;
My man, come loving me to-day.
I have a wrist is smooth and brown,
Nay, even as they are, so is he,
And all are blind.
On Christmas morning we were wed,
Ah me the morn, the luckless morn;
Now poppies burn along the corn,
Would I were dead.
FORSAKEN
The word is said, and I no more shall know
Aught of the changing story of her days,
Nor any treasure that her lips bestow.
And I, who loving her was wont to praise
All things in love, now reft of music go
With silent step down unfrequented ways.
My soul is like a lonely market-place,
Where late were laughing folk and shining steeds
And many things of comeliness and grace;
And now between the stones are twisting weeds,
No sound there is, nor any friendly face,
Save for a bedesman telling o’er his beads.
DEFIANCE
O wide the way your beauty goes,
For all its feigned indifference,
And every folly’s path it knows,
And every humour of pretence.
But I can be as false as are
The rainbow loves which are your days,
And I will gladly go and far,
Content with your immediate praise.
Your lips, the shyer lover’s bane,
I take with disputation none,
And am your kinsman in disdain
When all is excellently done.
LOVE IN OCTOBER
The fields, the clouds, the farms and farming gear,
The drifting kine, the scarlet apple trees …
Not of the sun but separate are these,
And individual joys, and very dear;
Yet when the sun is folded, they are here
No more, the drifting skies: the argosies
Of wagoned apples: still societies
Of elms: red cattle on the stubbled year.
So are you not love’s whole estate. I owe
In many hearts more dues than I shall pay;
Yet is your heart the spring of all love’s light,
And should your love weary of me and go
With all its thriving beams out of my day,
These many loves would founder in that night.
TO THE LOVERS THAT COMEAFTER US
Lovers, a little of this your happy time
Give to the thought of us who were as you,
That we, whose dearest passion in your prime
Is but a winter garment, may renew
Our love in yours, our flesh in your desire,
Our tenderness in your discovering kiss,
For we are half the fuel of your fire,
As ours was fed by Marc and Beatrice.
Remember us, and, when you too are dead,
Our prayer with yours shall fall upon love’s spring
That all our ghostly loves be comforted
In those yet later lover’s love-making;
So shall oblivion bring his dust to spill
On brain and limbs, and we be lovers still.
DERBYSHIRE SONG
Come loving me to Darley Dale
In spring time or sickle time,
And we will make as proud a tale
As lovers in the antique prime
Of Harry or Elizabeth.
With kirtle green and nodding flowers
To deck my hair and little waist,
I ’ll be worth a lover’s hours…
Come, fellow, thrive, there is no haste
But soon is worn away in death.
Soon shall the blood be tame, and soon
Our bodies lie in Darley Dale,
Unreckoning of jolly June,
With tongues past telling any tale;
My man, come loving me to-day.
I have a wrist is smooth and brown,
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