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As if it would stay；
But he goes his way；
And shuts a distant door。
So I wait for another morn
And another night
In this soul…sick blight；
And I wonder much
As I sit； why such
A woman as I was born！
〃MY SPIRIT WILL NOT HAUNT THE MOUND〃
My spirit will not haunt the mound
Above my breast；
But travel； memory…possessed；
To where my tremulous being found
Life largest； best。
My phantom…footed shape will go
When nightfall grays
Hither and thither along the ways
I and another used to know
In backward days。
And there you'll find me； if a jot
You still should care
For me； and for my curious air；
If otherwise； then I shall not；
For you； be there。
WESSEX HEIGHTS （1896）
There are some heights in Wessex； shaped as if by a kindly hand
For thinking； dreaming； dying on； and at crises when I stand；
Say； on Ingpen Beacon eastward； or on Wylls…Neck westwardly；
I seem where I was before my birth； and after death may be。
In the lowlands I have no comrade； not even the lone man's friend …
Her who suffereth long and is kind； accepts what he is too weak to
mend：
Down there they are dubious and askance； there nobody thinks as I；
But mind…chains do not clank where one's next neighbour is the sky。
In the towns I am tracked by phantoms having weird detective ways …
Shadows of beings who fellowed with myself of earlier days：
They hang about at places； and they say harsh heavy things …
Men with a frigid sneer； and women with tart disparagings。
Down there I seem to be false to myself； my simple self that was；
And is not now； and I see him watching； wondering what crass cause
Can have merged him into such a strange continuator as this；
Who yet has something in common with himself； my chrysalis。
I cannot go to the great grey Plain； there's a figure against the
moon；
Nobody sees it but I； and it makes my breast beat out of tune；
I cannot go to the tall…spired town； being barred by the forms now
passed
For everybody but me； in whose long vision they stand there fast。
There's a ghost at Yell'ham Bottom chiding loud at the fall of the
night；
There's a ghost in Froom…side Vale； thin lipped and vague； in a
shroud of white；
There is one in the railway…train whenever I do not want it near；
I see its profile against the pane； saying what I would not hear。
As for one rare fair woman； I am now but a thought of hers；
I enter her mind and another thought succeeds me that she prefers；
Yet my love for her in its fulness she herself even did not know；
Well； time cures hearts of tenderness； and now I can let her go。
So I am found on Ingpen Beacon； or on Wylls…Neck to the west；
Or else on homely Bulbarrow； or little Pilsdon Crest；
Where men have never cared to haunt； nor women have walked with me；
And ghosts then keep their distance； and I know some liberty。
IN DEATH DIVIDED
I
I shall rot here； with those whom in their day
You never knew；
And alien ones who； ere they chilled to clay；
Met not my view；
Will in your distant grave…place ever neighbour you。
II
No shade of pinnacle or tree or tower；
While earth endures；
Will fall on my mound and within the hour
Steal on to yours；
One robin never haunt our two green covertures。
III
Some organ may resound on Sunday noons
By where you lie；
Some other thrill the panes with other tunes
Where moulder I；
No selfsame chords compose our common lullaby。
IV
The simply…cut memorial at my head
Perhaps may take
A Gothic form； and that above your bed
Be Greek in make；
No linking symbol show thereon for our tale's sake。
V
And in the monotonous moils of strained； hard…run
Humanity；
The eternal tie which binds us twain in one
No eye will see
Stretching across the miles that sever you from me。
THE PLACE ON THE MAP
I
I look upon the map that hangs by me …
Its shires and towns and rivers lined in varnished artistry …
And I mark a jutting height
Coloured purple； with a margin of blue sea。
II
'Twas a day of latter summer； hot and dry；
Ay； even the waves seemed drying as we walked on； she and I；
By this spot where； calmly quite；
She informed me what would happen by and by。
III
This hanging map depicts the coast and place；
And resuscitates therewith our unexpected troublous case
All distinctly to my sight；
And her tension； and the aspect of her face。
IV
Weeks and weeks we had loved beneath that blazing blue；
Which had lost the art of raining； as her eyes to…day had too；
While she told what； as by sleight；
Shot our firmament with rays of ruddy hue。
V
For the wonder and the wormwood of the whole
Was that what in realms of reason would have joyed our double soul
Wore a torrid tragic light
Under order…keeping's rigorous control。
VI
So； the map revives her words； the spot； the time；
And the thing we found we had to face before the next year's prime；
The charted coast stares bright；
And its episode comes back in pantomime。
WHERE THE PICNIC WAS
Where we made the fire；
In the summer time；
Of branch and briar
On the hill to the sea
I slowly climb
Through winter mire；
And scan and trace
The forsaken place
Quite readily。
Now a cold wind blows；
And the grass is gray；
But the spot still shows
As a burnt circleaye；
And stick…ends； charred；
Still strew the sward
Whereon I stand；
Last relic of the band
Who came that day！
Yes； I am here
Just as last year；
And the sea breathes brine
From its strange straight line
Up hither； the same
As when we four came。
… But two have wandered far
From this grassy rise
Into urban roar
Where no picnics are；
And onehas shut her eyes
For evermore。
THE SCHRECKHORN
（With thoughts of Leslie Stephen）
（June 1897）
Aloof； as if a thing of mood and whim；
Now that its spare and desolate figure gleams
Upon my nearing vision； less it seems
A looming Alp…height than a guise of him
Who scaled its horn with ventured life and limb；
Drawn on by vague imaginings； maybe；
Of semblance to his personality
In its quaint glooms； keen lights； and rugged trim。
At his last change； when Life's dull coils unwind；
Will he； in old love； hitherward escape；
And the eternal essence of his mind
Enter this silent adamantine shape；
And his low voicing haunt its slipping snows
When dawn that calls the climber dyes them rose？
A SINGER ASLEEP
（Algernon Charles Swinburne； 1837…1909）
I
In this fair niche above the unslumbering sea；
That sentrys up and down all night； all day；
From cove to promontory； from ness to bay；
The Fates have fitly bidden that he should be Pillowed eternally。
II
… It was as though a garland of red roses
Had fallen about the hood of some smug nun
When irresponsibly dropped as from the sun；
In fulth of numbers freaked with musical closes；
Upon Victoria's formal middle time
His leaves of rhythm and rhyme。
III
O that far morning of a summer day
When； down a terraced street whose pavements lay
Glassing the sunshine into my bent eyes；
I walked and read with a quick glad surprise
New words； in classic guise； …
IV
The passionate pages of his earlier years；
Fraught with hot sighs； sad laughters； kisses； tears；
Fresh…fluted notes； yet from a minstrel who
Blew them not naively； but as one who knew
Full well why thus he blew。
V
I still can hear the brabble and the roar
At those thy tunes； O still one； now passed through
That fitful fire of tongues then entered new！
Their power is spent like spindrift on this shore；
Thine swells yet more and more。
VI
… His singing…mistress verily was no other
Than she the Lesbian； she the music…mother
Of all the tribe that feel in melodies；
Who leapt； love…anguished； from the Leucadian steep
Into the rambling world…encircling deep
Which hides her where none sees。
VII
And one can hold in thought that nightly here
His phantom may draw down to the water's brim；
And hers come up to meet it； as a dim
Lone shine upon the heaving hydrosphere；
And mariners wonder as they traverse near；
Unknowing of her and him。
VIII
One dreams him sighing to her spectral form：
〃O teacher； where lies hid thy burning line；
Where are those songs； O poetess divine
Whose very arts are love incarnadine？〃
And her smile back： 〃Disciple true and warm；
Sufficient now are thine。〃 。 。 。
IX
So here； beneath the waking constellations；
Where the waves peal their everlasting strains；
And their dull subterrene reverberations
Shake him when storms make mountains of their plains …
Him once their peer in sad improvisations；
And deft as wind to cleave their frothy manes …
I leave him； while the daylight gleam declines
Upon the capes and chines。
BONCHURCH； 1910。
A PLAINT TO MAN
When you slowly emerged from the den of Time；
And gained percipience as you grew；
And fleshed you fair out of shapeless slime；
Wherefore； O Man； did there come to you
The unhappy need of creating me …
A form like your ownfor praying to？
My virtue； power； utility；
Within my maker must all abide；
Since