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THE PURSUIT
OF
HAP P N E S
I
BY
R. C.
LOW
AUTHOR OF HOUSE THAT WAS AND OTHER POEMS" SAILOR WHO HAS SAILED AND OTHER POEMS"
AND
"A
WAND AND
POEMS"
COPYRIGHT, 1918,
COMPANY
COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1919,
Press of
J. J. Little
& Ive
Co.
New
York, U.
S. A.
TO
THOMAS WALSH
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THE
PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS
There is a beauty, after all is said, Unreached forever. Not when music
dies,
And
sighs
Not by
the dance,
down
glades of
moon
light fled;
Nor
Is
it
dead, unveiled
The
eyes,
And
almost has
it
A
It
rainbow
spirit,
For half
a glimpsing-time
and then
is
A A
West,
shining prevalence wasting on a blown, Blue distance of pale, impermanent sea.
ii
The p ursuit
of Happiness
II
Who,
Into the sunrise haste the stars away, Buoyant, beyond the sallow sweet of hay, Warm, still, with afternoon; beyond the
bland,
fanned
Soft,
grey,
Adventurous blind deep; they, truly, they The wonders of the Most High under
stand.
Yet, as in yore was homesick Charlemagne, Upon the brink of his own fairest France, Haunted by echoes which the Pyrenees
in
Ever and
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Pursuit of Happiness
III
Like the soft changes in a woman s eyes Beside the fire, who, dreamingly with
drawn
Down
Now,
distant by-ways
gone,
chin in hand,
prise
the sea, immediate with dawn, With one plumed planet scanning the proud
skies.
And
Into the deep subsides the living dark, over it, just breathing, breaks the
rose; a white wave-top, washing the far
is
Then
rim,
lonely
for one
Lonely as beauty, lonely as love to him Who, fain to follow, knows not where it
goes.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
IV
meet sea mornings, leaning from the bow, Idly, I ve wantoned many an airy hour With pretty iris wreaths of sun and shower,
To
And
sharp prow; in mid-ocean, following that plough, Watched the slow curling of its built-up
power
Ripen a blue past April s; loose a flower Rarer than earth-born ever budded bough. Even as sorrow, holden from the light
relinquishing,
when
joy
so,
And
is,
just
then,
most beautiful;
might
heaven;
sings;
and
dies.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
When
And
is
wind,
gathers panic even as
it
goes,
Right
woes
To
There be
the bare sky, I wonder if some mind not, far to land but intertwined
that crying, southward also flows, in the swaying of a garden rose
it,
With
And
And when the sea-light gradually dies From wave to wave, a grieving wanderer,
It
is,
The
came
s
eyes
Expectant eyes,
flame
Who
stir.
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Pursuit of Happiness
VI
A A
blink of sunlight on the cabin floor; scouring-out of port-holes with wet sea
;
lee
The
young
once more:
Of
Imperial Knossos, skilled in victory; Younger than these, yet olden long before.
Butting the head-seas, joyous, once again, They clew close down and let their scup
pers run
With
follow
them
great
Rome!
none?
Not
one.
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Pursuit of Happiness
VII
Like music
stilled,
Goes treading, in the foot-prints of a tune; Or like pale twilight, sad for afternoon
Lost,
it
stay;
There
a singing waked, a gleam of day Divine and dying, when the romantic moon
is
Walks with
strewn
radiance
Of some
mourn
as they.
Love is remembrance, an aroma rare Of some dear, doorway guest, who, hard
known, Smiled, and went on (we
ly
will
not say,
stair,
who
died)
moon;
a third?
Nay!
there
is
none
beside.
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Pursuit of Happiness
VIII
When
With
love has
lost,
it
long
To
the reproachful deep, but looses rein leeward of the first free wind; astrain
strong,
reefs, obstreperous in song.
will
not
bear
tides
the
brooding
its
night
again,
The
starlit
that tore
heart in
time-old
twain;
its
On
And
cliffs
stone,
scoop the
it
Betrayed,
sire,
for water
And
rid of
dreams
fills
and
is
die.
flower-root
flown.
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Pursuit of Happiness
IX
flower to
tell
the
wind with,
lightly; yet
So prinked
in purple,
Of the real sky (love s token to bestrew With sky) as might, from a proud para
pet,
Lord it on leagues of roses; newly met, Out of white dreams of unenduring dew Awakened proof enough; the world is new Open my heart, now; take this violet?
But, pain of passing, pictured in its face The very heaven it holds is still too high,
hand
still
And
Eternal, by one touch of beauty, are, will not fade it is I that must die.
:
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Pursuit of Happiness
X
When
And
on
warm
fields the
dering,
little
woodland paths
the
May;
When
spray,
And down
spring;
Perverse
To
were a happy thing brush one petal cheek, and end there
I
it
am!
go
alway, Cinctured with shadows of remembering. Love should not wear so beautiful a smile,
When
life
it
in a
year:
Lilacs, returning, speak the gentleness The last ones gave, forgotten for a while.
The
less;
then joy
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Pursuit of Happiness
XI
By token of red
And
By
harvest
gold;
lakes dark-ruffled with
marauding cold
lily-pads turn
By
I
its
own
just, infallible
renown,
When Autumn
answer: hold!
sunset
signals, being
"Hasten,
frost:
pained, reproach
the distance of a
Her hands
fall,
pace dejected as of one who tries longer to win happiness at all, Joy is struck dead, for knowing her be
Her
No
trayed.
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Pursuit of Happiness
XII
Like as an arrow, loosed against the night,
Or
Proud and predominant in upward flight, Then, ere a single star has bloomed more
bright,
Feels courage dwindle, die, and disappear; So love leaps up, and so, in heaven s tier,
slips
backward from
There
A A
warp against the current of all knock, inimical, upon the door,
joy;
Forbidding rapture; a dark precipice That, cross who may, will not let laughter
o er;
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Pursuit of Happiness
XIII
Spirits there are, intuitively great,
Who
will not
own
and rain down desolate, Rise up, go forth, and eye to eye with fate, Of common, coarse-cut stone and tightCease to be
stars,
strung wire
Make
Whose
and
lyre
song long years reverberate. little limits that hedge in They Joy, and the narrowness of each new day; Despise old gifts, and out of raw defeat Rear their own heaven s roof for dreams
hate the
to win;
Making
obeisance at a
s.
pass
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XIV
As on
cold window-glaze the sunset burns,
a strait
Beyond
where grey-plumed
sea-
birds cry,
So, in carved sepulchres, the great dead Illuminate, long after funeral urns
lie
Forever,
so, a
glory
down
One
of cloudy
And
and
time,
Waves
become
dreams,
and
booming
Of
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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
breadth
beyond men
who
and
One shoulder
passed on,
heave
at
heaven,
Up
gave,
And
itrave,
Unto
the Parthenon.
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Pursuit of Happiness
XVI
Death
is
when loved
out
ones die;
Containing time
;
them
in
sweetness
of
The
lotus-lily
In whose deep cup our tears of longing lie And mirror on remembrance, as the sky
Is
caught chime
in
ripple
and
each
tear
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Pursuit of Happiness
XVII
"What is truth?" Death an him swered And Druid blocks and dolmens of strange
Pilate said:
stone,
lichen-
Then,
in
dim
twilight,
North
brooding bent-browed by
the brim
Of
Men
long-aisled forests, lifted-up, alone, dreamed, and lo, the Gothic, and the
blown, Exhilarant wings, roofing, of cherubim. Beneath the minster towers what hymns
have rolled;
How
The Of
it
stands,
kindle on
crescent
it still
flames
shields of gold!
Once.
Saith
the
spirit:
"Temples
not
made
with
hands."
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Pursuit of Happiness
XVIII
Now
proudly to the sea-front once again Love presses, leaving heedlessly behind Her house, her garden, all her kith and
kind,
her,
when
Gathers cool shadows from the billowy wind; Athirst she is, and stumbles headlong,
blind,
To
And
seaward
in
dis
at
last,
Her dreams
sea
How,
nearly
flown,
earth-tied
through
ages past,
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,
had not chanced to go Leaving him staggered, all his heart aglow With one, arch, backward look, one veiled
;
caress,
And
one pale instant of the prophetess, Blended and blinded in one smiling No. He wrote that smile along his lady s lips,
flowerlike, rare
!
Indelible, unfading;
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Pursuit of Happiness
XX
Artist
Of
gleams
Of
In
leafy
sunlight
;
fallen
down
dark
streams
all his
ways how
in
elfish
and wood-wild,
How
Even
deep
By each
least glint
approach
it,
he makes prayer
Of
painting, offers his uplifted eyes For just one chink of heaven to hold for
it,
He
fails,
though, for
Beauty
still
dies.
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Pursuit of Happiness
XXI
In texture of deep tides that thwart and
bind,
and imprisoned under weighty woe, Until an ocean heaves, and great waves go, Heart-sobbing, into exile; then, all shined
Dumb
With
muted
moonlight,
reaching
into
blind,
impassioned
trumpets,
And
Love,
in
Whose
sky
Misleading
calls
How
hauntingly she
Poor
fool; in vain.
They
pass that
way
no more.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXII
Clad in a song, with loops of early flowers Lavished about her shoulders, Poetry,
maid
mimicry and escapade, Tilts her top notes on wafts of petal
bird-like
Of
showers,
melancholy glade A little weary, then, prone in the shade, Saddens a tune with crowns and crumbled
:
With
frolic mirth, a
towers.
Her
But see her in her age, her bloom all spent, wreaths of April withered and awry, Sitting with hands meek-folded, eyes afar,
In tragedy of truth made evident; Speaking plain words in quiet, till a star Completes her contemplations with a sigh.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXIII
Words
cage
music that
is
heard
flying,
:
nor bestirred
By happy
preference
each printed
all
word
theft
age.
from youth,
a
overgrown with
bliss,
Remembrance of
momentary
The
flash of
;
the blue
To
speak can arms encircle empty air And so enact the quiver of a kiss?
Always that pain and always that despair: Yet there are hearts with singing all shot
through.
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Pursuit of Happiness
XXIV
One maiden knee emerging, one bared
limb,
Modelled Diana
own, nerved and astrain, A path of moonlight Dancing breaks in twain The thousand ages gone. About the rim
s
Are
And
earth s unspoiled children, dim dear: she leads them forth again; Weaving round youth a joyous old re
all
frain,
An
flute
and hymn.
And
so
grew languid,
feeling love
draw
nigh.
By touch
To
clasp
immortal
!
wedlock
without
shame
die.
The moment
passes.
We
too?
Yes,
we
34
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Pursuit of Happiness
XXV
A
summer
filling
beach,
warm
;
drowsing; clean,
wet sand
With
Here,
footprints
sea.
hose
ture dly
They run
in
hand,
their
Adventure
land
native
bridge
of
Foam-deep
knee
to
instep,
ankle
and then
To
scurry
With
home
all
shining tanned.
And
more.
they
are
The
In children, in the bud-break of a rose. petals bloom, the childish zest burns
chill:
is
The wind
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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-
poem
of sea
and sun
Replaces his smooth breed a shaggier one? Will eagles wings be some day deified?
none.
heap of dust which any windy day Might hoard in one right-angle of brick
wall
;
Ruins of time have crumbled out for this, And groping aeons ached their hearts
frail
edifice!
The tides
fall.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXVII
Museum
bones;
maunderings
skulls with
shelf
of
Old yellow
stain
Of
Set
time
erosion;
so
death s-heads
many
fresh-cooked
What
of
them?
Measurements; cephalic
zones;
short of
them?
Nay!
but
To
kindle here a burning human brain, on these altar stones. flickering spirit
here,
fire;
Somewhat was
smouldering
snuffed
out;
some
Some
No
incense not just earthly, so it seems. mollusc this, a flaccid fill of shell,
its
But crowded to
sire.
.
roof-trees
with de
The
backward
laughter
of
departing
dreams.
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Pursuit of Happiness
XXVIII
Like as the straight blue sea curves round
at last,
And
like as stars in
open midnight
lie
Storied from bud to drooping, all gone-by Years but as naught, on that great curtain
cast;
So here, upon a shelf, time s toil spun fast, The drift shows skull to skull is progress
;
cry Victories over victories, then die To nearer beauty, up the trudged-out past. There is a current speaks in human veins,
Unswerving;
tains
a repeated, farewell
word,
surges, life re
Dim memory
heard,
of,
sea-coast
Adventure
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXIX
Unyielding ruins stretched in acrid smoke, Behold how Rheims, her beauty all laid
bare,
The
lovelier
for defacement,
at heart for each
still
more
devil
fair,
More heaven
stroke,
new
What
a tongue
Who,
The
four-square,
good courage
And
this
rank
s
skull,
eyes empty,
mouth
agape,
Mortality
Spilt-on
ditch,
residuary, found,
in
by death,
than in
some contemptuous
outdreams the ape
of;
life
prefigured
not reaching
sowed with
ground.
39
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXX
nudging
There
is
a house, wide-elbowed,
trees,
under it, the friendly stain Grown over it, of wind and sun and rain; Whose door, swung open, gives on rev
hilltop
eries.
A
Of
it,
of whose bees
indoors, the re
a
upon
window-pane:
like draperies.
But
faint
it
still,
An
At
antique beauty
in
over years,
Like waves
long-gone good
and
ill.
40
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Pursuit of Happiness
XXXI
Houses have hauntings, on warm after
noons
siesta, at
the door
No
Enmeshed
heart swoons.
how
the
Imprisoned in the wood deep days before, Coax beauty out of quietude once more, With love and laughter, twilight and soft moons.
Those wave-tops
"souls,"
in the sunlight
men
call
Whence comes
mind
This music?
it
How
un
whom
an ocean
Poor
drift of
dreams
trailing so far be
hind!
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXII
It
may
Forever, Love
first
Truth
is,
springs
Suffice
Dry
in a
new
Earth holds to life, impenitent of time Admitted she a child then once for
all
Her
splendid strivings strewing the abyss, Exultant in the few that did not fall.
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXIII
Youth
first
is
April,
mischievous,
then
May,
From wink
noon
of
dawn
to waned-out after
Seated astride the earth, a singing tune All twinkled full of starlight, a flushed
spray
Of precious peach-bloom opened in a day. Come wind and rain, till all the walks are
strewn
is
And
life,
more away.
is
pain
foot-sure pilot leading by the hand Love. Let the winds blow Ever beauty
!
burns
To
Say
vein!
it
still
change
is
loss;
the chilled
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Pursuit of Happiness
XXXIV
Beauty has other thoughts than place or
time;
too winged for these clogged thor oughfares, Fades out too fleetingly for the slow airs Which wakeful autumn stirs with, when
It is
the rime
Whitens the cheek of russet pantomime (Gone; come and gone; the midmost of
:
pied players, part gapes empty, almost unawares, While the great actor s cloak is praised
Its
sublime.)
This earth
Gyved
turn
to
flight,
butterfly
bent whither?
Who
shall
learn?
44
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Pursuit of Happiness
XXXV
Like singing in the sea-light, off the wane Of afternoon (when, weathered mainsails
wide,
The
Are
fishing fleet
The music
of a dream-entinctured tide
ships,
if
On shadowy
face,
and a far-held
there
refrain.
Remembrance
be
of
Beauty
A
It
The
groping-back for blind, lost lineaments heart aches over, half regathering,
trembles from no earthly hiding-place;
oblivion yields
it,
.
Some deep
Haunting
ring on ring,
horizons.
Whence?
know
not whence.
45
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Pursuit of Happiness
XXXVI
Love keeps the day
night.
broken to stars
all
There
is
Beyond
To brimming
light,
of
fresh
morning
s
And
de
spite
Down
That
world-old eaves.
Love
leans the
scales
which yet quails The brow of Fate, the bronze and mala
little
from the
level
chite.
Love
in
hands
faint
Hears the
moan
From
Lily
that hid future hovering in air; and leaf in one brown earth-bulb
furled.
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Pursuit of Happiness
XXXVII
Happy
is
sleep
In summer, lifting lids to the lulled room And little stir of curtains. What perfume
Of
flowers refreshed!
to keep
!
What
drowsiness
(The reflex, floating seaward on the deep, Flutters the sails and swings the languid
boom So memory
;
lives.)
What
gladness out of
the starry steep
gloom
There is no deep loss westward of the sun The pained farewells of pensive afternoon
;
Are
not, at
ing.
dawn: with
childlike
welcom
is
the
dower
done
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Pursuit of Happiness
XXXVIII
Many
a
morning,
leaf-like,
has
been
strewn,
Reluctantly, tiding a pleasant place; Many a night has ravelled into lace,
Touched by moon;
the
Another spring goes brook-down into June, And then will summer, then will autumn
trace
in
one afternoon.
And
It
Not
Only
And
a far light dims, a long wave runs, the silence, after, through that
little-bird replies.
land
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XXXIX
A
I
swimmer
in
the
sunrise,
one wave
The surge Wears thin: soon, soon, I shall emerge; The blurring drops from my blear eye
lids shake; Rise to the next
To
And
golden
call,
There
This
is
so
much
to seek!
is
!
so near behind
this deep-
Through
sea trance
Beauty
falls flickering,
it,
bewitched, unsure;
Life catches
lined;
sand-floor
lies
dreaming
love
s
Love?
Nay!
but broken
light
variance.
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Pursuit of Happiness
XL
When
And
this blind
now
shall be the
golden
past,
warm haze
on mellow
fills
ing
When
All the rude scars with gentler overcast, I wonder, in that landscape, fading fast,
What
tree,
spills
and hallowed,
With tangled
fern,
.
briars
undertwined
with
Or Of
Swallow to
where?
Compelled by what bleak memory to
turn?
re
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Pursuit of Happiness
XLI
How strange
again;
it is
how
haunted
soul at challenge,
God
dark every
where.
happier with that dried pain Than summer-longs of pleasure? Why re main, Like flowers, the snowflakes of one morn
Why
is it
ing
care
Each
step a fair
sorrow
glowing
now more
ripe stain?
the wars re
clicks
his
To
his
boyhood
worst
Pain?
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLII
If
it
For sweet
bee
Of moon-white moth
With
pollen care
on
back,
and have no
Despite a fragrance filling all the air For such vain shapes of shadowland as we, Then in themselves they outreach artistry,
And And
loved by one, are lovely everywhere. we, warm human hearts, it may be,
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.
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Pursuit of Happiness
XLIII
Music there
is,
Of meadow brooks
creaking wagon comes on at up-grade Against the sunset, from shy woods won
free
have played,
Whose compass
cade,
Where
all
the land
is,
Beauty there
foam
apple-buds new breaking, or the stir sudden star brings, rifting after rain, All ringed with drops from leaves, the
Of
quiet home Of water-lilies (Far it is and fain, And sad for beauty s sake), called Char
acter.
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Pursuit of Happiness
XLIV
He was
The
too beautiful for them to know.
face caught grief, the garments be
And
fro,
An
uproar after him he wrought out so. Youth went away, down distant pastures
green;
in
He
was too beautiful they did not know. Music twines wreaths for heart-aches that
:
are dead;
From marble limbs immortal longings fall Still lifts Medea s outcry to her loss; The Parthenon is still unravished.
That
life-blood soaking into that
rough
cross
Outlives,
and
is
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Pursuit of Happiness
XLV
Who
left his hilltop in a
glow of sky
For the dim road, forgiving fate its frown, Enhungered after disesteemed renown, That artless poor man with the laughing
eye,
Who
He
preached his brother birds, and charmed so high, drew the proud marks of redemption
;
town
beautiful because his life passed by: Because he, gayheart, dreamed in morning dew,
And
Sweet drowsy beads on stars looped over head Loving, the whole while; loving ... as have few.
;
The world
dead.
will
never
own
Saint Francis
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Pursuit of Happiness
XLVI
Whose
Whose
The
Because he loved the truth he died unspent, blade caught sky with every logic
stroke,
new
earth
Hewn
com
Persuaded to be loving
And
simply,
what he
Here, forest clearings filled, there, rail roads flung, Still, thewed with dreams of her dear
She
deathless dead, travails, she who
his
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.
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
were some tight-lipped loyalty Drudging its days out in a home-spun gown; Tasting each drop of life s most bitter
Unless
brown,
And humming
ingly.
all
There is an answer, sworn to with the For every hint of Beauty s querying.
Required,
eyes,
young loss?
a heart
;
life
is
flung
away; Sorrow?
inches
is
forfeit
By That round
ing!
faith
a
how
wounded
57
The
Pursuit of Happiness
XLVIII
One
star
is lit,
and
whole sea
is
burned
To shadow
into
no such anodyne
interned,
loveliness discerned
And
Lips with
the lost
lips
com
bine;
is
the di
(How know
vain
Outreached
in
starlight,
something have
you; flung
To
flowering sunset fields, no less a fire Ruddies within you; searched with narrow
pain,
altars
s
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
By
beside.
this
we
by
this
Made proud, old doubts repudiate, And henceforth move upon hereafters,
given,
Like dreamers
in their
dreams, an
artifice
Of slow awakening, that not yet shriven, Has hold of life, and mocks dissolving
fate.
59
The
Pursuit of Happiness
Not Not
in
the
;
pith
bones
in
brain;
dream, not
A A
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,
adverse cunnings of a wintry sky Adread it not; it is too stout for fate,
The
And
is
undaunted of men
eyes.
They
are
Beauty
went,
for
she
60
The
Pursuit of Happiness
LI
Hereafter.
...
Is
it
death to
fall
awake
Upon
Death,
hind?
knot
loose
this
mummer s
And
as in a lake?
it
were
to take
The bedtime
Stumble up stairs, hugging a toy, to find Love and Hereafter soft-eyed for one
sake.
There
is
Through crimson
deepen
sobbing bugle
hacked-off
Beauty
betrayal.
(Hewn and
Roland
blade,
They
is
riding
61
The
Pursuit of Happiness
LII
Spring almost seems more beautiful than
Spring,
rose;
Knee-deep the
fling
orchards
Warmth
close
!
Almost
a dizzier
is
Fumes
no heat to burn:
We are
some strange rout, under minaret and spire. Outlandish, Unreal it is we kneel not. Shut it out
as onlookers at
; !
fields,
62
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
Singing immortally its old disdain Of sudden death, enrapturing again Doom s ramparts with a choir of Victories.
How beautiful
It strikes the
How warm
reaching
heart
It is like
hands
Happiness?
storm,
Nay,
know
not.
As
the
The
Pain?
is
He
a
under
Who
drinks of
it.
There
dream be
hind!
The
Pursuit of Happiness
LIV
I
had
a dream, once
was
it
lives
ago?
first glint
went
horizons of blue seas, was
From charmed
pent
At
and gazed on; so, Proven but Love, the abashed yet leaning low
last, a butterfly,
From
blent,
Sipped
to
like a fragrance,
know.
not loss
:
All
is
there
is
Made
Deter
fades not;
it
(I
fling
me
flower,
Breathless,
again.)
and love
pursuit
goes
on
The
Pursuit of Happiness
LV
A
factory in the
flare
fields,
whose windows
Unearthly, once a sundown; a drab door A blue-eyed barefoot sits and laughs be
fore;
whistle
down
the
railroad,
going
It
is
is
to drink
no more
these
The wind has need of us; the violets blow One hillslope yonder still the old en
deavour
!
Youth
calls,
and happiness
it?
is
just
ahead!
Who
And
lives to
said
sung
unreached forever.
JACK O DREAMS
(ToAlfredNoyes)
On
home against the moon, From the city, where the toilers ebb and
flow;
In
shadow that
light as
I
tower
cast,
As
I
so soon.
then,
and couldn
know.)
From
A bundle
And
*
on
his
back he bore,
wore
From
the Poetry Review,
May,
1916.
67
Jack
Dreams
I
From
childhood; but
knew him
not,
and
t
in
my
eyes;
couldn
in the spillings
of
No
I
longer, now,
care,
walked the clouds with head in And feet that went, unwittingly, from
to tip of flame.
air
tip
it
caught
me
The
cables of the
a violin
Bridge were
strings,
Jack
Dreams
Then
down the walk and up the walk and winding out and in, On a tarantelle and carmagnole they came With skip and leap and laugh and
;
shout,
the heart of
it
And
a
;
dozen
different
specimens
of
girl
Gay debutantes went hand in hand With factory girls from candy land,
And subway
Wall
Street
And,
It
lit
69
Jack
Dreams
it
They gave
all,
From
"Hey,
one
small
newsboy
man
To
they circled me, like Nereid, Neptune In a chain without a single broken link; And all the lights around the rim
left,
to
right
s
at
me, up
in
my
soul,
it
did!
Then,
all at
once, the
To
70
Jack
Dreams
And
The
Adown
Its
workshop
ade of
lights
behind
it
like a palis
fire.
From
vines grow.
It
may
be
but
his
pack,
it
seems,
Is
what I call him. Were they dreams, or were they prophecy? (There were strange things in that
pack,
is all I
know.)
UNDERGROUND *
Life prods us here so fast, so herded we,
Men
travel
under
ground.
It isn t pleasant:
not just gay and free, But now and then, for all its obloquy, Sight comes to deeper depths down there,
IVe found.
Take
this,
A little
i
for instance; not so long ago: after flood, the tide still ran
human undertow,
rest,
wedged
fan.
in
with the
Took
turns in
Scant
I fitted in
On
a picture-puzzle space precisely; on one side sulky Falstaff, grunting his disgrace, the other, a shop-girl with hat-hidden
face,
room enough
Reading
*
From
72
Underground
Her
my down
gaze, Unconsciously, to read, was mine for clue Of all her cloudy years and priceless days. She read the paper, I, the hidden ways
ward
Of
nature,
groping,
blindly,
to
come
through.
Of
one
who
hand that
not a
toiled
From
spoiled;
White heroine of
But kept
its
holiness through
all, s
that told,
Somehow, down
stoled;
of what a
woman
in
heart, deep
Makes mention
of,
maiden wisdom
Of mother-hunger
A little
73
Underground
Was
it
the roundness,
full
wrist;
The plump,
Partly,
I
curve,
whole hand?
think,
missed
Too
subtle to be gleaned
some moonlight-
kissed,
Some
Too
The
dignity appealing for desire, rare for fleshly heart to write upon; Some star-tipped, icy pinnacle of fire,
sunrise
points,
and
mariners
ad
mire,
Some nook
gone.
A woman s
bined
weakness
in
that
hand com
With what
of:
Down
in those
divined,
That glory
to light seas
woman
love.
74
Underground
And all this while, I have remembered her, And wondered ... by her cog-wheel
world caught in, Poor and unmarried, would
stir,
ripe nature
Or being balked, succumb to character And wreak slow vengeance where it could
not win.
A riddle, this,
Only
heed.
to bring to light; just to propound Once, and leave off there may be who will
This much
creed,
Goodness
ground.
is
down
there
under
75
and a
city side-walk one brick wall away; guarded hint of golden, dying day;
Not
yet.
The
pansies set
Fragrant, clean pansies, musked of good, brown loam, With furry cheeks of butterflies, and look
Of
forsook
On
Pansies with upturned faces, and far eyes Expectant for some pageant long de
layed
;
Bugles of breezes making dark leaves stir And shadows quicken, down long thor
oughfares,
A
And
Young
Girl Laughs
With laughter
laden,
airs,
Pansies?
Nay!
In frisky whirl-around and lissome sway; Startle and stoop and down the wind away;
A
A
Stale city night, descending lonelily; girl s light laugh one blind brick wall
away.
blotted bed of pansies
Two
and a
77
fumes
courage
That
flickers
lights
stars.
(Each new
cries.)
likely,
was, most
weakness.
A cold
sea-fog on confidence
Memory
again
disgorged,
but,
dog-like,
took
in
The
pallet-bed
;
on wheels; the
to
staff
white
draw from;
78
last,
the
A
That
Young
Girl Sings
lighted loveliness containing all, History, beauty, childhood, love of friends, The war in Europe, home, the noisy
street,
The
it,
all
the
to a spark
an
;
aimless
pattern
on
blank
life
walls
Was
so
Was
death?
This argued
it.
(So
gangrened doubt.)
Came
then an evening,
full
of sunset sky,
That burned
gold,
And
like a
sail
And
leaden.
Doubt
still
listlessly,
Then
oh, then
voice,
girl
s,
79
A
High
Cool
sweet,
Young
Very
Girl Sings
soft,
singing.
at
first,
and
after
rill-notes
before
dawn and
rain,
fuller,
And
It
breaking banks and overflowing, till seemed, the room, the street, the city,
aye,
sunset,
were caught up in song And thrilled it through and through like one great chord
Triumphing.
The very
dawn,
At
last,
And
so might
Deserted, dreading news: now pieced-out words, Incredible, through chinks in blinds, and
now
A populace
at
A
With
tears
Young
Girl Sings
their dear
land saved,
On
grime,
And
faces
friendly
faces
bringing
home
Victory.
Strange that
so,
God
And
But, you
wasn
just a
.
. .
voice.
souls.
Life isn
small.
And
death?
There
is
no
death.
81
Leaned
tide
its
its
There
is
remembrance
it,
sanctified,
:
Haply
Forever, joyful, kneeling at its side With echoes of young daffodils, that died
Just months agone and
where.
You
are a part of
lights,
all
Brooks,
clouds,
birdsongs,
April
ecstasies,
All perishable youth that wears not old; But most of all, you are in muted strings
a field of
kissed and
82
MARCH EIGHTEENTH
A A
The wastrel earth is down in dreams; warmth is nooked beneath the hill;
blackbird pipes, a wind falls still or seems? waits it? What is lost?
;
What
Laughter
is lost,
Feet are awaited, sudden feet That frolicked. Life was oh, so sweet
It is
hard to understand.
is
There
a twilight
Remembers
Yet joys on into lovelier glow Beyond the stars. Went she that way?
Certainly sings her vivid tread
Around some blinded corner, now: I hear it, though I know not how.
Spring hears.
She
is
not,
is
not
dead
CRES-
On
Made
wife, slim
moon,
gives
it
rarely.
It
must happen
The
perfect hour blooms up unheralded. Perpend. "Let s take our books with us,
and go
Out
I
read!"
she said.
In lazy
followed after. back way for adventure.) Soon (The Across the warm, gold afternoon, She led me, with light feet and laughter,
Into a wood.
took
One
caught
it;
good bark
brown,
With easy roof and unassuming lines; Door open a play cabin. We sat down.
;
There was,
clothes
think,
:
some
virtue in the
we wore
No
hat,
and sneakers;
85
I,
The
Old
flannels,
tennis shirt
and shoes.
s
(Comfort
al
lows
The mood
care
quirks deny.)
little
We
squandered
time on speech:
Each took
a corner of the
window; guided
Plump
Books were
We
I
Not romance,
read
Schreiner.
John
Milton;
she,
an
Olive
Half-sensed,
the while,
soft intrusions, seas,
Were
to
The
But mostly
sun
One almost
felt the
Droned all the world indulgence, in his run Round one small room so still were we. And all the while, I was aware of her; Reading anew
:
L Allegro,
The
lier
Ghost
That
I
still
room grew.
in a
well
The
joy of winging that proud upper air, And, once, how scrannel keyed the seagulls.
(They
Still
own
it.)
Whence
it
came
and
cannot
I
tell,
But we waked,
aware.
somehow,
was
An
inroad ended
it:
megaphone
87
The
Called:
are
starting!"
Books
closed,
out
we
ran,
The world
plan.
of common-sense resumed.
No
us.
was
We waked
Who
runs
in
some
eternity,
of,
it
seems,
dreams.
may
read only
;
rare.
88
A FIRE OF LEAVES
The
hills
down;
Red Autumn,
Still
boundaries,
/
While
lay
Humble, appealing,
like a prayer.
With
grey,
worn
roof,
and moss-grown
eaves,
One house
candle from
it
window
fire
smiled,
Before
burned a
of leaves.
Stood, ruddy-faced, and watched us pass Two children raked the leaf-strewn grass
And
A
The
Fire of Leaves
fragrant smoke went sailing far Beyond the mouldering apple trees;
it, till
We traced
Caught
it,
a whiff of breeze
it
and pierced
with a star.
What was
That window and that wayside fire, That we, so fain of Heart s Desire,
Should
find
it
road?
We
And
wings.
90
ONCE
All in and out the leaves the rain, All in and out the fields the train
hill
The pavements
Two
Dark
with lamps against the sky, of it not yet dry; rows of trees that wept, like rain,
patterns in the sunset stain.
A wink,
a glimpse, and then the train Put beauty at its back again But ever since that moment I Have loved that hill-top in the sky.
;
I know full well its trees still hold Their patterns in the sunset gold Its lamps against the crimson stain, I know, like wistful stars remain:
;
91
Once
And I am very fond and fain To meet that little hill again; And we shall meet, I know, once more;
As somewhere
before.
. .
somewhere
long
92
IT
I
SO
The wind
in the
oak leaves
outside,
And
I
sent you
my
Full of wings, from the dark overhead; In their starlight of beauty and dread;
And you
not a word; No folded white wings to unclose: The heart of a pressed wild rose
sent
me back
Was
It
To
It It
was strange you should take that tell me you knew, and heard; was more than a winged word was my own youth that you chose.
;
youth that I held In the deep of my hollowed hand; It was breath from a far-away land, That I caught to my lips, and smelled.
It
was
my own
93
It
It
was candles and cake, on a June, Long ago, and a mother s smile; It was wind from the sea, the while The harbor made mist of the moon.
It
On
It
was dream bubbles bright, that broke the beach, where the ripples cried; was boyhood that whistled to hide
heart of a man, that awoke.
all this, in
The
This,
But
it
wasn
I
to touch
my
lips to this
That
not this to
kiss
But, as
it
meant
94
MOODS
Gold, over the hilltop thrown, gold, like
a flaming sea;
Silver, a silvery sickle, a
moon
a-glinting
frostily
Breath
To
winds that cease to blow; Branches, bare branches, with twigs put ting hands over eyes,
let
Heaven
let
where
it
dies;
I,
with
my window
flung
the frame,
Love and
;
let
A
I,
maiden moon that are with raised head to dark branches, with
moonlight stabbed through,
Thirst, in
my
soul thirst,
and fainting
to
95
Moods
Candlelight,
candles
and
quiet,
kettle
purring low;
Silver, a silvery kettle,
a-gleam against a
cloth of
snow
Fragrance
in air,
Good
promising;
a-plenty,
all
drawn my
chair
Breaking bread at my ease, with my napkin tucked comfortably under my chin, Ruminate so, on pleasant strains The quiet weaves for me. I with bent head to my teacup, touch golden
refrains,
Memories,
soft, of
ON THE DEATH OF AN
OBSCURE MUSICIAN
Never more, now,
at the rouse of tides re
Up
Never, ah,
breaks, burning,
like a
sail
on the
In a gust of dark rain Lo, thou art gone, and the sun-gold that
;
crowned
thee, dies
on
Thy proud
ocean again.
dry sedges,
And
Bare the
a pitiless
salt
moon
And
97
On
the
is
Death
of an
Obscure Musician
Brief
given
By
Dreamed, we
So
there
is
the ocean
with
its
dog-
like devotion.
Is there
And
a mantle gold
the sky.
cloud-
broken
touched the sea;
sailor s
By
strong sun
token.
was
thine,
On
the
Death
of an
Obscure Musician
by the rain; Inland are joy and rest, and seaward vagrance Of long-wandering pain.
distilled
New
Thou
stars,
on
So
it
singers;
dead of sor
Thou
Just a heart s throb too strong. hast gone out on the sea to the
:
Wave
99
feet
goOne
little
whisper while;
!
Nay, but an hour of dalliance, With me my voice and you your glance It isn t likely flowers there blow
Would
Full
many
Who
Much
None
is
pother
name
Here
Behind Thrust
whim
100
The Garden
Let
s
of
Opportunity
choose
wake
To
find the
We
But
ll
On
is
long delight,
of heart-beats only, slips Only by way of pause, from lips; That gift of eyes o erleaps the hour,
And
dream that Beauty dreads no more Our unfamiliar hand; That tamed fay bird she gentles, now,
ll
We
The moonlight on her starry bough With music, strangering ashore The flutes of fairyland.
We
ll
dream
furled,
the
flower
whose bud
is
The
It
(That wildflower, seeded in wild sod, grows, it grows, it grows to God!) Has overrun this flinted world
With warmth
The Garden
of Opportunity
We
ll
dream
Of Above
That
visible great wings the Siege called Perilous; Christ once more is God-with-us,
Known, and
We
ll
dream beside
life is
That
And
It
faith
is
a bugle blown.
One droop
Releases you.
Nay
s
The
blue lake
is
,
Love of Truth,
Loyalty.
FEBRUARY
I
know
A hill, with
Is
trees,
Are
The
is
level
ground
To
With
And
and
a latch to
lift,
bound
And prim
Of
little
walks,
and beyond
sound
shallowing waves; but wait
Be
a few steps more: patient; not yet turn to the right with me knoll to climb to a gnarled, low door
Now
103
February
In the wood, with a rough stone bench be fore
;
Now look
Of
the sudden
cliffs,
and the
!
floor
And
Blue of the peacock and gold of the blade Pride of the warrior, sweet of the maid,
Mingled forever: the sea does not fade; Only your day-dreams, and mine.
This window that gives on rows and rows Of others, this dreary view At drab back-yards and ancient snows; This grind which the eternal street-car
We
have
goes it too
;
What
104
OCTOBER
Not with dreams
I
to you,
come: old ways relinquishing, Dearest, Basket on arm no longer now I strew
of simple-minded spring; But up the forest aisles, with long haloo, Red-wreathed garlands bring.
Now
Or
no more to roam,
I
turn
Unto bold
hills
cliffs
of spruce where sudden maples burn; Then, all in sunset bathed, the lights of
home
Down
Frosted
the
meadows
are;
To
silent distances
star.
October
Good
it
were to go,
Antagonists supernal, so to win, From sea to sea, a swath through earth s woe,
Letting laughter
Still
in.
all
Early, and, dearest, sweeter now it seems, Gayer and sweeter, when the north wind
cries,
With
solid,
city
walls
and
lamplight
The
no backward looks
106
o clock;
the
street
lights
throw,
Exactly as in long ago,
traceries
From
Two
Of
April violets, fading, lie Just as they used to do the bay Utters old voices, far away,
;
And in the church across the stones An organ grumbles undertones To little piping trebles, where
The The
choir recites for Sunday prayer. play, the scene are both the same
plot
blame
would
The brook
An
107
dies,
Of
ball,
all,
With sweet
And On bubbling
Oh,
bliss
!
at
hand
blare,
And no
horizon anywhere
But happiness of little boys Imbibing deep of big brass noise. A few days older, not much more, And proud romance is at the door, With flying hair, and floating laughter For home-from-school to follow after.
How
That
is
to praise
happiest of holidays,
When boys and girls would blithe On bicycles, for Prospect Park.
embark,
How
Of Of
fresh returns that early green shaven lawns; that feathered sheen
how good
worn
the sun,
And
how
lightly
and won!
108
Without
To
shut
my
Almost, and yet just not be, young As when those songs were being sung. I never hear The Geisha played,
or The Serenade, But, radiant, out of memory burst The joyful times I heard them first.
Or Sousa
What
Absurd old measures tripped in twain How golden, in the vagrant West, Like billowing clouds, those first and best And sweetest dances gleam and glow
Above
How
Was
bright with
They voyage for the happy isles! Those times when each ingredient
!
soul
Into one glorious flame, that ended Only because the sun ascended;
And
The
long, long after, blessed, like prayer, bloom of hearts upbreathing there.
Those times!
through Will not forget.
who
(Will you?
Will you?)
109
bushes are
An incense to the evening star; And little wafts of fragrance rise To where the tree-tops brush the skies.
wind down the twilight stair Tip-toes, and stirs the willow s hair:
soft
The poplar
And
The
Flutter frail things no tongue could say; over all the gardens gleams
pallor of departed dreams.
no
ROMANTICISM
(To John Masefield)
Cold gold eagle of the Roman legionaries, Seated on a standard while the war roared round
;
With
val,
Up
Cold gold eagle, in the city, on a flag-pole, Perched upon a weather-vane and turned to and fro; With an air of stiff-necked, studied-out
aloofness,
life
down be
a twenty-dollar gold-
Spreading out
its
up pride;
in
Romanticism
With
a grin of lofty,
gratified
content
and
a sleeked
Hot
live eagle
Swooping down
drawn;
With
dawn.
112
REQUIESCAT
bones;
perfect
s all.
Cook
:
guide drones.
"He
That
There
Twittering birds in the trees outside; Peace in the church gone crowd and
:
guide
Peace
in the
church
the afternoon
Wanes Comes
long; the creaking verger soon with his keys. One night the more
this chancel floor,
madness?
Came
and
22, 1916.
Requiescat
Looked he too deep? Such things can be. Our gain is purchased so. Twere best, Just as he asked, to let him rest.
Centuries under, ceiled with stones,
The very
Sky-clambering
And
by one,
bugles run
From
Adventure quickens, hounds give cry; Youth, youth is up; the world is young,
And
life,
rich life, is
still
Shakespeare! twain
warm
violets
sunlight
unsung. breaks
in
bloom
again.
114
New,
Timber
now pa
pers blow.
slangy; not devoid of cheek; Loving noise, and loving best to speak.
Swayed
shout
by
;
headlines;
governed
a
by
new one
s out.
New,
But
behind
All the brag and splurge and jest, we find This Old memories of homespun days, Candle-lit; of quiet, sabbath ways
Transcript, Feb.
7, 1917.
These United
States
Won
Given
bare,
Hands
eyes
and
level-looking
skies;
heroes-wrappedaround, Deep, too deep for tears, not spoken of Save by that great love which answers
love;
warm
life-blood,
Memories of old songs, carried far Over wide prairies, past peaks that are
Torches
to the sunrise, past the spires,
Star-outlined, of trees;
for
China,
praising
strange
old
skies;
most sweet,
most
Songs, the
old,
where.
Memories and going deeper dreams. Dreams brought over seas, the first faint
gleams
;
116
These United
States
still
held,
still
hale,
with haughty stars defended, still, Aloof, like eagles, brooding their bright
will.
II
for the most part; very, very new. Anglo-Saxon, German, Celt and Jew,
New,
Latin, Armenian,
Foreign tongues, not light to extirpate Feuds, hard-dying, Old-World, out of date. Huddled herds in cities; labour, lined,
Often, with backward looks; love, left be
hind.
Seed wild-sown the wind has foisted far Rude wave-welter of all creeds that are.
Gallant the
ship;
a
crew
New
But
for the most part, very, very new. beneath the newness, in behind
warp and tug and strain, we find This Old hungerings of long-dead days Spirit-bowed; of cruel, down-trod ways Sore with subjugation; backs that meant
All the
:
117
These United
States
Lunging
thills,
at thongs
Beasts of burden being; hungerings Germinate in darkness, gouged by kings, Bruised by heels of armies, overborne,
Time on
Daunted
time,
by conquest, despot-torn;
Towards
Of
horizon, reaching out; to stride Fields not fenced a summer s day, and be free. Happy at moonrise to get free
; . .
.
Hungerings, and going deeper fires. Fires brought over seas, immense desires, Smouldering, subterranean; smothered,
fires; still lodged, still grim, with stubborn griefs defended, still
Anchored
like iron
rock-deep
in
proud
will.
118
These United
States
III
Dreams.
Fires.
rope blow,
Whose rampired
glow
With
And The
day.
Fires.
Dreams.
inous,
In caisson gloom and skyey balanced truss By cobweb rails to fabled Ophirs spun;
darkened
streets,
is
Gestation of a giant doomed to birth The forging of a new and mightier earth.
Not by
ease
By shoulder shrugs and oiled immunities. Not by midnight riot. Once again They shall inherit most who most live
plain.
Ay, fear it not, the little breed that knows Nothing but wantonness, it goes it goes. 119
These United
States
A bolder blood
art,
And
Even now
Is troubled in his sleep the Sleeper s brow. It Unrest, like mist, grows ghostlier.
seems
The Thinker
Dark overhead
questions.
Travail.
Heat-lightning-lit, dull,
spirit
moves
And
And
will be
sung,
From pompous
blue.
Stars of these States a-shining through, The dawn awaited. Dreaming, peaks and
spires
;
still
locked
fires.
and
dreaming.
and
120
These United
States
IV
Thou whose
await
;
full
On the curved cup of destiny whose hold Permits no bubble world its concave gold Too buoyant to relinquish; at whose gate Love takes her lantern and goes out to
Hate, Bending above the
battle s bleeding
in fire
In forest freshness, her, thy consecrate. There must be some strange beauty hid in
her,
With
awakening
sword;
Some
Thou
art maturing, great artificer. Fools we, and blind; impatient of an hour; But make her worthy, for we love her,
Lord!
121
A
I
grumbler
frown.
We
This very afternoon did five miles of mire and then dug
in,
Machine-gun
tune;
same
Came
hiking
grin
home we
did, then
one wide
Our
Has toughened we
;
ll
sing, soon.
27, 1918.
The
I
don
just understand.
it,
The way
of
but
somehow
And
Rubs
marching,
off
all this
mud and
t
sand
rookies,
What
one
man wouldn
do,
we
We
About
like
much
;
untried
men you
tent with
through and
through
We
scorch each other; learning the inside, The thick and thin of each raw human
hide:
The
We
need our
When we
get over.
Sometimes, we hear
said,
Waist-deep it is in water, hell to pay On top of you, and neither food nor bed For days. And sometimes men drop dead Without one sound, they say.
At
school
we used
to
know
Re
row
Wars and
vere
And Bunker
123
The
Of them, we
Things
it
in
books are
t
queer:
When Lee
fought Grant,
is different,
wasn
real or
near.
This one
though.
This one is going now. Why, on our hike to-day we passed a farm, Chickens, a pig-pen, horses, an old cow. All acting just as usual. No harm.
Only they
I felt
ought
to
show
some
faint
alarm,
About
time at
home
Will be some crocuses, or buds, maybe, Of maples, and the smell of good black
loam
In ploughing time.
see
And
sunsets?
can
The
About
home.
Supper was early then, And afterwards we boys went out to play Till dark. We never dreamed as grown
up men
124
The
We
away,
White
on
fields; thick
yellow stacks
And
Old Green
guessed
Who
stole his
lane
window-pane.
rest.
like that;
With bombs
for pumpkins.
all
Over
there in
France
They
It is,
shot dead.
So
Of smoking
Like home?
like that
Not
chance
It will be.
Not
Look
all
The
As
sweetest
every
Inside
where
far as you can see, real homes.
125
The
Are supper tables. Children undress there And go to bed in safety. No red glare;
Cool, quiet, far and wide.
I like
to close
it
:
my
eyes
And
think of
a continent unrolled
All sorts of
cities;
endless railroad
ties,
Sunlight
At
last,
Loyal?
replies.
The hold
It swells the
heart of you
in
Way
men
Texas, too,
Her boys go
in
with
I tell
This country
magnificent.
How
big
it is,
how
busy;
From Serbia, that upset Europe so, And yet, when once roused, granted
slow
Just look at
it
was
today.
126
The
strong
we were.
:
same
We
Now
Let
it
watch
!
One
great flame
The road
I
is.
burn
God
high;
War,
might
we
stick true,
won
wreck
it.
It
die
Of
comfort.
This
will save
it.
Happy?
I?
I
127
The
flame
Went down
it
of the
dawn
Brave, whistling airs awoke it. Came Death to the heart of it, straight-aim
.
The
steel
could be withdrawn.
That way
In
its
is
best
own
dignity.
Sweet wood, to which wood odours cling Still, and what a proud covering For fallen man and tree.
Proud
flag!
how meekly
name
it is
prone
On
Asks not
Widely just loves him; that alone, Putting aside the rest.
*
26,
Transcript, October
128
A
New
Pine Box
wishes in those stars; new prayers Said in those precious veins New trees, new dawns, new boisterous
:
airs;
tis theirs,
tis
theirs!
in
it
remains.
129
had
a vision:
Near an open
sky,
In aisles of trees,
rustling tread,
went
Dark
panoplies.
Or shadows
No
shattering shot;
looked
and they
seas.
as clouds
move when
Was
And
So
like, so
less
than sound:
The Housing
Dry
leaves and
I
of the Banners
slow
As might
a sleep
it
fain
And
Till leagues
ahead,
And
stars,
and then
. . .
silence,
far out
spread.
So on a
shed
When
I
reapers reap.
lie,
saw them
down through
the stubble
grass,
And
Not
all
ruined shade;
all full
limbed,
alas,
By ebbing starlight, up that hill lay all, And down that hill and far beyond recall, Tumbled in windrows widening; whose fall
Was
Whose
unafraid.
fingers
Came
Of one As might a
the stir
small breeze,
smile be, pitiful,
from her
The Housing
Whose
With songs
sigh
child
of the Banners
And
Of
sore unease.
like hairs
miracle!
upon
my
head,
In cold accord
They
now were
flags
bubbles,
warm
earth
air,
to feel the
;
dawn again
Down
hillsides
go
To
hear flocked
frain
cattle
Of
What
we gave who
132
stripped us of
these things:
The Housing
of the
Banners
in
No
blossomy
Or
"Shall
pale cheeks
glow?
Nor
precious
life
O
!
Tales to be told
"A
murmur
in the hills
waft away
a
To
So
it
beckoning deeds;
day
Who
heeds.
in starlight
Spirits are
dipped
long before
They drink
Youth runs
And bleeds
and bleeds.
133
The Housing
"There is
of the Banners
a troth
For traveling
for
good brave
scars.
too
deep years be in mind of them, When shadows go Through forests, or touch hilltops, or a
"And
in the
stem
Lifts heart
aglow
From
With
treacherous glooms.
Remember
us,
Or
two,
when
a bird sings in
some sweet
aisle
We
1
used to
know."
134
The Housing
of the Banners
stair
by
window
stain
On
ancient columns lifting their clear grain Through such a calm as never breathes
again,
So deep
its
swound.
On
hung
Trophies most dear, And all high deeds were there that song has sung, Godlike to hear;
Only a little, yet so far, so high Those walls were theirs the world
let die;
will not
The
cross
upon the
altar
was
like
sky
pride
pinnacle,
and
In spray outspread
air like
smoke,
those dead
as
Shook earth
The Housing
With one
of the Banners
great shout.
The
silence
seemed
brim
Was
I
harvested.
air
was
drowsy
banners; stair by
poppies,
blown
With
sleep.
It is
not grief
I
high part to
plucked me,
own
Tears.
Rather, smiles!
all
alone,
red bouquet.
136
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