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It was pruned； and bled …
Then overgrew the wound。 But now； at last；
Its growings all have stagnated。
My fellow…climber rises dim
From her chilly grave …
Just as she was； her foot near mine on the bending limb；
Laughing； her young brown hand awave。
December 1915。
THE SUNSHADE
Ahit's the skeleton of a lady's sunshade；
Here at my feet in the hard rock's chink；
Merely a naked sheaf of wires！ …
Twenty years have gone with their livers and diers
Since it was silked in its white or pink。
Noonshine riddles the ribs of the sunshade；
No more a screen from the weakest ray；
Nothing to tell us the hue of its dyes；
Nothing but rusty bones as it lies
In its coffin of stone； unseen till to…day。
Where is the woman who carried that sun…shade
Up and down this seaside place？ …
Little thumb standing against its stem；
Thoughts perhaps bent on a love…stratagem；
Softening yet more the already soft face！
Is the fair woman who carried that sunshade
A skeleton just as her property is；
Laid in the chink that none may scan？
And does she regretif regret dust can …
The vain things thought when she flourished this？
SWANAGE CLIFFS。
THE AGEING HOUSE
When the walls were red
That now are seen
To be overspread
With a mouldy green；
A fresh fair head
Would often lean
From the sunny casement
And scan the scene；
While blithely spoke the wind to the little sycamore tree。
But storms have raged
Those walls about；
And the head has aged
That once looked out；
And zest is suaged
And trust is doubt；
And slow effacement
Is rife throughout；
While fiercely girds the wind at the long…limbed sycamore tree！
THE CAGED GOLDFINCH
Within a churchyard； on a recent grave；
I saw a little cage
That jailed a goldfinch。 All was silence save
Its hops from stage to stage。
There was inquiry in its wistful eye；
And once it tried to sing；
Of him or her who placed it there； and why；
No one knew anything。
AT MADAME TUSSAUD'S IN VICTORIAN YEARS
〃That same first fiddler who leads the orchestra to…night
Here fiddled four decades of years ago；
He bears the same babe…like smile of self…centred delight；
Same trinket on watch…chain； same ring on the hand with the bow。
〃But his face； if regarded； is woefully wanner； and drier；
And his once dark beard has grown straggling and gray；
Yet a blissful existence he seems to have led with his lyre；
In a trance of his own； where no wearing or tearing had sway。
〃Mid these wax figures； who nothing can do； it may seem
That to do but a little thing counts a great deal；
To be watched by kings； councillors； queens； may be flattering to him
…
With their glass eyes longing they too could wake notes that appeal。〃
* * *
Ah； but he played staunchlythat fiddlerwhoever he was；
With the innocent heart and the soul…touching string：
May he find the Fair Haven！ For did he not smile with good cause？
Yes； gamuts that graced forty years'…flight were not a small thing！
THE BALLET
They crush togethera rustling heap of flesh …
Of more than flesh； a heap of souls； and then
They part； enmesh；
And crush together again；
Like the pink petals of a too sanguine rose
Frightened shut just when it blows。
Though all alike in their tinsel livery；
And indistinguishable at a sweeping glance；
They muster； maybe；
As lives wide in irrelevance；
A world of her own has each one underneath；
Detached as a sword from its sheath。
Daughters； wives； mistresses； honest or false； sold； bought；
Hearts of all sizes； gay； fond； gushing； or penned；
Various in thought
Of lover； rival； friend；
Links in a one…pulsed chain； all showing one smile；
Yet severed so many a mile！
THE FIVE STUDENTS
The sparrow dips in his wheel…rut bath；
The sun grows passionate…eyed；
And boils the dew to smoke by the paddock…path；
As strenuously we stride； …
Five of us； dark He； fair He； dark She； fair She； I；
All beating by。
The air is shaken； the high…road hot；
Shadowless swoons the day；
The greens are sobered and cattle at rest； but not
We on our urgent way； …
Four of us； fair She； dark She； fair He； I； are there；
But oneelsewhere。
Autumn moulds the hard fruit mellow；
And forward still we press
Through moors； briar…meshed plantations； clay…pits yellow；
As in the spring hoursyes；
Three of us： fair He； fair She； I； as heretofore；
Butfallen one more。
The leaf drops： earthworms draw it in
At night…time noiselessly；
The fingers of birch and beech are skeleton…thin；
And yet on the beat are we； …
Two of us； fair She； I。 But no more left to go
The track we know。
Icicles tag the church…aisle leads；
The flag…rope gibbers hoarse；
The home…bound foot…folk wrap their snow…flaked heads；
Yet I still stalk the course； …
One of us 。 。 。 Dark and fair He； dark and fair She； gone：
The restanon。
THE WIND'S PROPHECY
I travel on by barren farms；
And gulls glint out like silver flecks
Against a cloud that speaks of wrecks；
And bellies down with black alarms。
I say： 〃Thus from my lady's arms
I go； those arms I love the best！〃
The wind replies from dip and rise；
〃Nay； toward her arms thou journeyest。〃
A distant verge morosely gray
Appears； while clots of flying foam
Break from its muddy monochrome；
And a light blinks up far away。
I sigh： 〃My eyes now as all day
Behold her ebon loops of hair！〃
Like bursting bonds the wind responds；
〃Nay； wait for tresses flashing fair！〃
From tides the lofty coastlands screen
Come smitings like the slam of doors；
Or hammerings on hollow floors；
As the swell cleaves through caves unseen。
Say I： 〃Though broad this wild terrene；
Her city home is matched of none！〃
From the hoarse skies the wind replies：
〃Thou shouldst have said her sea…bord one。〃
The all…prevailing clouds exclude
The one quick timorous transient star；
The waves outside where breakers are
Huzza like a mad multitude。
〃Where the sun ups it； mist…imbued；〃
I cry； 〃there reigns the star for me！〃
The wind outshrieks from points and peaks：
〃Here； westward； where it downs； mean ye！〃
Yonder the headland； vulturine；
Snores like old Skrymer in his sleep；
And every chasm and every steep
Blackens as wakes each pharos…shine。
〃I roam； but one is safely mine；〃
I say。 〃God grant she stay my own！〃
Low laughs the wind as if it grinned：
〃Thy Love is one thou'st not yet known。〃
Rewritten from an old copy。
DURING WIND AND RAIN
They sing their dearest songs …
He； she； all of themyea；
Treble and tenor and bass；
And one to play；
With the candles mooning each face 。 。 。
Ah； no； the years O！
How the sick leaves reel down in throngs！
They clear the creeping moss …
Elders and juniorsaye；
Making the pathways neat
And the garden gay；
And they build a shady seat 。 。 。
Ah； no； the years； the years；
See； the white storm…birds wing across！
They are blithely breakfasting all …
Men and maidensyea；
Under the summer tree；
With a glimpse of the bay；
While pet fowl come to the knee 。 。 。
Ah； no； the years O！
And the rotten rose is ript from the wall。
They change to a high new house；
He； she； all of themaye；
Clocks and carpets and chairs
On the lawn all day；
And brightest things that are theirs 。 。 。
Ah； no； the years； the years；
Down their carved names the rain…drop ploughs。
HE PREFERS HER EARTHLY
This after…sunset is a sight for seeing；
Cliff…heads of craggy cloud surrounding it。
And dwell you in that glory…show？
You may； for there are strange strange things in being；
Stranger than I know。
Yet if that chasm of splendour claim your presence
Which glows between the ash cloud and the dun；
How changed must be your mortal mould！
Changed to a firmament…riding earthless essence
From what you were of old：
All too unlike the fond and fragile creature
Then known to me 。 。 。 Well； shall I say it plain？
I would not have you thus and there；
But still would grieve on； missing you； still feature
You as the one you were。
THE DOLLS
〃Whenever you dress me dolls； mammy；
Why do you dress them so；
And make them gallant soldiers；
When never a one I know；
And not as gentle ladies
With frills and frocks and curls；
As people dress the dollies
Of other little girls？〃
Ahwhy did she not answer：…
〃Because your mammy's heed
Is always gallant soldiers；
As well may be； indeed。
One of them was your daddy；
His name I must not tell；
He's not the dad who lives here；
But one I love too well。〃
MOLLY GONE
No more summer for Molly and me；
There is snow on the tree；
And the blackbirds plump large as the rooks are； almost；
And the water is hard
Where they used to dip bills at the dawn ere her fig