. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. y country: though night is here, afarYour children of the morning are clamorous for war :Fire in the night, O dreams ! Though she send you as she sent you, long to desert, east to ocean, west to snow,West of these out to seas colder than the HebridesI must goWhere the fleet of stars is anchored and the youngStar-captains glow. JAMES ELROY FLECKER 8i THE • TERRS ? Ar ? THE • SPRING N November Eves OVEMBER Evenings ! Damp and stillThey used to cloak Leckhampton hill,And lie down close on the grey plain, JL U And dim the drippin
. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. y country: though night is here, afarYour children of the morning are clamorous for war :Fire in the night, O dreams ! Though she send you as she sent you, long to desert, east to ocean, west to snow,West of these out to seas colder than the HebridesI must goWhere the fleet of stars is anchored and the youngStar-captains glow. JAMES ELROY FLECKER 8i THE • TERRS ? Ar ? THE • SPRING N November Eves OVEMBER Evenings ! Damp and stillThey used to cloak Leckhampton hill,And lie down close on the grey plain, JL U And dim the dripping window-pane, And send queer winds Hke Harlequins That seized our elms for violins And struck a note so sharp and low Even a child could feel the woe. Now fire chased shadow round the room;Tables and chairs grew vast in gloom:We crept about like mice, while NurseSat mending, solemn as a hearse,And even our unlearned eyesHalf closed with choking memories. Is it the mist or the dead leaves. Or the dead men— November eves ? JAMES ELROY FLECKER 82. ? I SAW THEM MARCH FROM DOVER, LON(; AGO 82 THE TERRS AT • THE • SPRING Star-Talk ARE you awake, Gemelll,This frosty night ?Well be awake till reveille,Which is Sunrise, say the Gemelli,Its no good trying to go to sleep :If theres wine to be got well drink it rest is hopeless to-night,But rest is hopeless to-night. Are you cold too, poor Pleiads, This frosty night ? Yes, and so are the Hyads :See us cuddle and hug, say the Pleiads, All six in a ring : it keeps us warm :We huddle together like birds in a storm : Its bitter weather to-night. Its bitter weather to-night. What do you hunt, Orion, This starry night ? The Ram, the Bull and the Lion,And the Great Bear, sa3S Orion, 83 THE • TEARS - AT - THE • SPRING * With my starry quiver and beautiful beltI am trying to find a good thick peltTo warm my shoulders to-night,To warm my shoulders to-night. ** Did you hear that, Great She-bear, This fiosty night ? ** Yes, hes
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