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    Eight Harvard Poets
    Eight Harvard Poets
    Eight Harvard Poets
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    Eight Harvard Poets

    By E. E. (Edward Estlin) Cummings, S. Foster (Samuel Foster) Damon, R. S. Mitchell and

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 15, 2013
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      Eight Harvard Poets - E. E. (Edward Estlin) Cummings

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Eight Harvard Poets, by

      E. Estlin Cummings and S. Foster Damon and J. R. Dos Passos and Robert Hillyer and R. S. Mitchell

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

      almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or

      re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included

      with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org

      Title: Eight Harvard Poets

      Author: E. Estlin Cummings

      S. Foster Damon

      J. R. Dos Passos

      Robert Hillyer

      R. S. Mitchell

      Release Date: June 24, 2011 [EBook #36508]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EIGHT HARVARD POETS ***

      Produced by Meredith Bach, David Garcia and the Online

      Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This

      book was produced from scanned images of public domain

      material from the Google Print project.)

      EIGHT HARVARD POETS

      E. ESTLIN CUMMINGS

      S. FOSTER DAMON

      J. R. DOS PASSOS

      ROBERT HILLYER

      R. S. MITCHELL

      WILLIAM A. NORRIS

      DUDLEY POORE

      CUTHBERT WRIGHT

      NEW YORK

      LAURENCE J. GOMME

      1917

      Copyright, 1917, by

      LAURENCE J. GOMME

      VAIL-BALLOU COMPANY

      BINGHAMTON AND NEW YORK

      CONTENTS

      E. ESTLIN CUMMINGS

      [THOU IN WHOSE SWORD-GREAT STORY SHINE THE DEEDS]

      Thou in whose sword-great story shine the deeds

      Of history her heroes, sounds the tread

      Of those vast armies of the marching dead,

      With standards and the neighing of great steeds

      Moving to war across the smiling meads;

      Thou by whose page we break the precious bread

      Of dear communion with the past, and wed

      To valor, battle with heroic breeds;

      Thou, Froissart, for that thou didst love the pen

      While others wrote in steel, accept all praise

      Of after ages, and of hungering days

      For whom the old glories move, the old trumpets cry;

      Who gav'st as one of those immortal men

      His life that his fair city might not die.

      A CHORUS GIRL

      When thou hast taken thy last applause, and when

      The final curtain strikes the world away,

      Leaving to shadowy silence and dismay

      That stage which shall not know thy smile again,

      Lingering a little while I see thee then

      Ponder the tinsel part they let thee play;

      I see the red mouth tarnished, the face grey,

      And smileless silent eyes of Magdalen.

      The lights have laughed their last; without, the street

      Darkling, awaiteth her whose feet have trod

      The silly souls of men to golden dust.

      She pauses, on the lintel of defeat,

      Her heart

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