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    The New Morning: Poems
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    The New Morning: Poems

    By Alfred Noyes

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    Release dateNov 15, 2013
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      Title: The New Morning

      Poems

      Author: Alfred Noyes

      Release Date: April 11, 2007 [eBook #21029]

      Language: English

      Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

      ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NEW MORNING***

      E-text prepared by K. Nordquist, Jacqueline Jeremy,

      and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team

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      THE NEW MORNING

      ALFRED NOYES

      WORKS OF ALFRED NOYES

      Collected Poems—2 Vols.

      The Lord of Misrule

      A Belgian Christmas Eve

      The Wine-press

      Walking Shadows—Prose

      Tales of the Mermaid Tavern

      Sherwood

      The Enchanted Island and Other Poems

      Drake: an English Epic

      Poems 

      The Flower of Old Japan

      The Golden Hynde

      The New Morning

      THE

      NEW MORNING

      POEMS

      BY

      ALFRED NOYES

      NEW YORK

      FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY

      PUBLISHERS

      Copyright, 1918, by

      Alfred Noyes

      Copyright, 1919, by

      Frederick A. Stokes Company

      All rights reserved, including that of translation

      into foreign languages

      DEDICATION

      TO THE MEMORY OF

      SIR CECIL SPRING-RICE

      I.

      S TEADFAST as any soldier of the line

      He served his England, with the imminent death

      Poised at his heart. Nor could the world divine

      The constant peril of each burdened breath.

      England, and the honour of England, he still served

      Walking the strict path, with the old high pride

      Of those invincible knights who never swerved

      One hair's breadth from the way until they died.

      Quietness he loved, and books, and the grave beauty

      Of England's Helicon, whose eternal light

      Shines like a lantern on that road of duty,

      Discerned by few in this chaotic night.

      And his own pen, foretelling his release,

      Told us that he foreknew the end was peace.

      II.

      Soldier of England, he shall live unsleeping

      Among his friends, with the old proud flag above;

      For even today her honour is in his keeping.

      He has joined the hosts that guard her with their love.

      They shine like stars, unnumbered happy legions,

      In that high realm where all our darkness dies.

      He moves, with honour, in those loftier regions,

      Above this world of passion and of lies:

      For so he called it, keeping his own pure passion

      A silent flame before the true and good;

      Not fawning on the throng in this world's fashion

      come and see what all might see who would.

      Soldier of England, brave and gentle knight,

      The soul of Sidney welcomes you tonight.

      CONTENTS

      THE NEW MORNING

      THE AVENUE OF THE ALLIES

      T HIS is the song of the wind as it came

      Tossing the flags of the nations to flame:

      I am the breath of God. I am His laughter.

      I am His Liberty. That is my name.

      So it descended, at night, on the city.

      So it went lavishing beauty and pity,

      Lighting the lordliest street of the world

      With half of the banners that earth has unfurled;

      Over the lamps that are brighter than stars.

      Laughing aloud on its way to the wars,

      Proud as America, sweeping along

      Death and destruction like notes in a song,

      Leaping to battle as man to his mate,

      Joyous as God when he moved to create,—

      Never was voice of a nation so glorious,

      Glad of its cause and afire with its fate!

      Never did eagle on mightier pinion

      Tower to the height of a brighter dominion,

      Kindling the hope of the prophets to flame,

      Calling aloud on the deep as it came,

      Cleave me a way for an army with banners.

      I am His Liberty. That is my name.

      Know you the meaning of all they are doing?

      Know you the light that their soul is pursuing?

      Know you the might of the world they are making,

      This nation of nations whose heart is awaking?

      What is this mingling of peoples and races?

      Look at the wonder and joy in their faces!

      Look how the folds of the union are spreading!

      Look, for the nations are come to their wedding.

      How shall the folk of our tongue be afraid of it?

      England was born of it. England was made of it,

      Made of this welding of tribes into one,

      This marriage of pilgrims that followed the sun!

      Briton and Roman and Saxon were drawn

      By winds of this Pentecost, out of the dawn,

      Westward, to make her one people of many;

      But here is a union more mighty than any.

      Know you the soul of this deep exultation?

      Know you the word that goes forth to this nation?

      I am the breath of God. I am His Liberty.

      Let there be light over all His creation.

      Over this Continent, wholly united,

      They that were foemen in Europe are plighted.

      Here, in a league that our blindness and pride

      Doubted and flouted and mocked and denied,

      Dawns the Republic, the laughing, gigantic

      Europe, united, beyond the Atlantic.

      That

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