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    Poems, 1916-1918
    Poems, 1916-1918
    Poems, 1916-1918
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    Poems, 1916-1918

    By Francis Brett Young

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    Release dateNov 15, 2013
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      Poems, 1916-1918 - Francis Brett Young

      POEMS

      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 http://www.gutenberg.org/license.

      Title: Poems

      1916-1918

      Author: Francis Brett Young

      Release Date: July 26, 2012 [EBook #40344]

      Language: English

      Character set encoding: UTF-8

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS ***

      Produced by Al Haines.

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      POEMS

      1916-1918

      BY

      FRANCIS BRETT YOUNG

      LONDON: 48 PALL MALL

      W. COLLINS SONS & CO. LTD.

      GLASGOW MELBOURNE AUCKLAND

      Copyright 1919

      BY THE SAME AUTHOR

      Novels:

      THE YOUNG PHYSICIAN

      THE CRESCENT MOON

      THE IRON AGE

      THE DARK TOWER

      DEEP SEA

      UNDERGROWTH (with E. Brett Young)

      Poems:

      FIVE DEGREES SOUTH

      Belles Lettres:

      ROBERT BRIDGES: A Critical Study

      MARCHING ON TANGA

      TO

      EDYTH GOODALL

      Remember thus our sweet conspiracy:

      That I, having dreamed a lovely thing, with dull

      Words marred it--and you gave it back to me

      A thousand, thousand times more beautiful.

      ERRATA

      Page 26, line 17,forLybianreadLibyan.

      Page 46, line 9,forlythereadlithe.

      Page 70, line 13,fortyrranousreadtyrannous.

      [Transcriber's note: the above errata have been applied to this etext. The word Lybia was also on page 32, and was corrected as above. Similarly, tyrranous was also on page 86, and was corrected.]

      CONTENTS

      PROTHALAMION

      TESTAMENT

      LOCHANILAUN

      LETTERMORE

      LAMENT

      THE LEMON-TREE

      PHTHONOS

      EASTER

      THE LEANING ELM

      THE JOYOUS LOVER

      DEAD POETS

      PORTON WATER

      AN OLD HOUSE

      THE DHOWS

      THE GIFT

      FIVE DEGREES SOUTH

      104° FAHRENHEIT

      FEVER-TREES

      THE RAIN-BIRD

      MOTHS

      BÊTE HUMAINE

      DOVES

      SONG (i)

      BEFORE ACTION

      ON A SUBALTERN KILLED IN ACTION

      AFTER ACTION

      SONNET

      A FAREWELL TO AFRICA

      SONG (ii)

      THE HAWTHORN SPRAY

      THE PAVEMENT

      TO LYDIA LOPOKOVA (i)

      TO LYDIA LOPOKOVA (ii)

      TO LYDIA LOPOKOVA (iii)

      GHOSTLY LOVES

      FEBRUARY

      SONG OF THE DARK AGES

      WINTER SUNSET

      SONG (iii)

      ENGLAND, APRIL 1918

      SLENDER THEMES

      INVOCATION

      THAMAR

      ENVOI

      PROTHALAMION

      When the evening came my love said to me:

      Let us go into the garden now that the sky is cool,

      The garden of black hellebore and rosemary,

      Where wild woodruff spills in a milky pool.

      Low we passed in the twilight, for the wavering heat

      Of day had waned, and round that shaded plot

      Of secret beauty the thickets clustered sweet:

      Here is heaven, our hearts whispered, but our lips spake not.

      Between that old garden and seas of lazy foam

      Gloomy and beautiful alleys of trees arise

      With spire of cypress and dreamy beechen dome,

      So dark that our enchanted sight knew nothing but the skies

      Veiled with soft air, drench'd in the roses' musk

      Or the dusky, dark carnation's breath of clove;

      No stars burned in their deeps, but through the dusk

      I saw my love's eyes, and they were brimmed with love.

      No star their secret ravished, no wasting moon

      Mocked the sad transience of those eternal hours:

      Only the soft, unseeing heaven of June,

      The ghosts of great trees, and the sleeping flowers.

      For doves that crooned in the leafy noonday now

      Were silent; the night-jar sought his secret covers,

      Nor even a mild sea-whisper moved a creaking bough--

      Was ever a silence deeper made for lovers?

      Was ever a moment meeter made for love?

      Beautiful are your closed lips beneath my kiss;

      And all your yielding sweetness beautiful--

      Oh, never in all the world was such a night as this!

      TESTAMENT

      If I had died, and never seen the dawn

      For which I hardly hoped, lighting this lawn

      Of silvery grasses; if there had been no light,

      And last night merged into perpetual night;

      I doubt if I should ever have been content

      To have closed my eyes without some testament

      To the great benefits that marked my faring

      Through the sweet world; for all my joy was sharing

      And lonely pleasures were few. Unto which end

      Three legacies I'll send,

      Three legacies, already half possess'd:

      One to a friend, of all good friends the best,

      Better than which is nothing; yet another

      Unto thy twin, dissimilar spirit, Brother;

      The third to you,

      Most beautiful, most true,

      Most perfect one, to whom they all are due.

      Quick, quick ... while there is time....

      O best of friends, I leave you one sublime

      Summer, one fadeless summer. 'Twas begun

      Ere Cotswold hawthorn tarnished in the sun,

      When hedges were fledged with green, and early swallows

      Swift-darting, on curved wings, pillaged the fallows;

      When

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