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THE COLOUR ECHO
HIGH up in beds of air
The grey cloud-oysters keep
Those gems of sunray-snare
And rainbow-sleep—
Pearl-pale, yet fain to flush
With
sunset's lingering hue,
Ere on Time the Eternal Hush
Shed grace
of dew.
So let the light-brimmed heart
Sing with
refracted ray
The unutterable art
Of heaven-fraught Day.
March 4, 1936.
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DREAM INTERLUDE
THE guiding voice with pleading cried
"For third last test the hour
Now comes, when many have espied
Something of Pixie power."
With glad consent I took my way :
A door vas closed behind.
A rocky slope, "a twilight grey,
A winding path I find.
It seems to be the furthest bound
Of a pleasure garden wild.
Trees loom above, below, around ;
But here great stones are piled
To harbour plants that tuft and creep
And nestle in their shade.
On near-by path are men who sweep—
My guide is half afraid
Their zealous care may interfere
With what we plan to do.
By
BUILDERS
WHAT is the analyst of pain,
Destroyer of
desire,
Assessor for this earthen gain
That clouds the spirit-fire ?
Within the sanctuary divine,
Below the depth of sleep,
Unimaged effortless design
Those aeoned watches keep.
Unwearied by the fret of years,
Most passionless they wait :
They claim the world-new hope that n
The Builders born to limit Fate.
August 14, 1936.
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AN IMAGE OF THE PSYCHE
WATER softly swirling
In sea cave,
Shadowlessly furling
Tainture of the grave,
Utterly revealing
The strewn pearl.
And the blue fish wheeling
Waver and curl;
In their swift bright motion
They glint and feel
The wield and surge of ocean
Moment-meal.
March 3, 1934-
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FLOWER-CHIME
I
DANDELION green and gold,—
Or silver-grey when growing old,—
Magic stem of coral brown
Exchanging sunbeam-woven crown
For foam the moon has drifted down :
And after
Children's laughter
Has puffed the hour
In fruitful shower,
No pomp of mournful bell for you is tolled !
II
All the fairies love the Paigle—the sentry of the Spring—
Crinkled leaf and downy stalk and yellow flowers aswing.
When Summer blows its Bugles, we'll make the Foxgloves ring
And hunt the happy Harebells that grow among the Ling !
Mid emerald leaf the pale gold dreams of autumn ivy
OVERCAST NIGHT IN JUNE
WHERE had all the starlight flown ?
Or who had held the moon.
From waxing on, when Spring had gone,
To silver the
flowers of June ?
Over the beech-crowned chalky hill
Zenithed a
baldachin
Of silken hush and ebon crush
Where
columns of cloud begin.
Every sky-mark of the night
Was blotted
utterly ;
And darkness flowed where stars had glowed—
Thought's
land o'errun by sea.
January 16, 1936.
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THE FOAM-BRIGHT SILENCE OF THAT LAND
WHITE as moon upon the desert sand.
Petal-pure from taint of finitude,
On sward untrod by Time strange lilies stand.
Lift gars of limpid bloom with galaxies bedewed.
Those plains of wideness nor dream nor thought have spanned;
Nor breaks one whisper of mortality
Upon the foam-bright silence of that land,—
That moment's rapture held from what joy-frenzied sea ?
August 17, 1936.
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GLAUCON'S CAVE
I DREAMT
I fell through silver wave
To the gold sand
below
And gazed upon an emerald cave
Where green-lit
swordfish go.
With sea-den yawning shadowy
And swordfish
sailing slow,
The emerald thoughts fare drowsily.
Greenly
the moments flow.
No future's threatening wry-light,
No
glooms of bygone shame
Fretted the verdurous twilight
Of a dawn that
nowise came.
February 24, 1936.
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MUSIC'S GRAVE
WITHIN this dawning vacancy of Death
How
sightly are the lips of gaping skulls,
How comely are the ribs that draw no breath—
Significant of utterance the Eyeless shade annuls.
Assembled here, a tuneless orchestra,
With hand a sheaf of bones and head
sans
None that had wielded sound this Silence mar
In music's grave, and passion-splendoured voice can no more speak.
October 8, 1936.
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TO BOBBY, ON THINKING OF HIS MIRROR
HOW strange that in a mirror's confined space
The strength and freshness pf the morning nears
Those times when, as you lean to view your face,
Brown eye and brown eye each on its fellow peers.
Hold, mirror, guard that comeliness of him :
The delicate mould of lip,—the steady eye,—
A crest of smooth brown hair,—and fairness trim
Shading to tan where deeper freckles dye.
And all this Brightness but shadow of a soul
Enshrined in hues no lips of earth could name.
What mirror then could hold the high repose
Of framing that sweet poise, that sure control ?
Be cleansed, O