. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. g loud and deep ;A pair of stars, faint pins of light,Then many a star, sailed into all the stars, the flower of night. Were round me at a leap ;To tell how still the valleys layI heard a watch-dog miles away,And bells of distant sheep. I heard no more of bird or mastiff in a slumber fell, I stared into the wondering men have always doneSince beauty and the stars were one, Though none so hard as I. lOO THE • TEJRS • ^r THE • SPRING It seemed, so still the valleys were,As if the whole world knelt at prayer, Sav
. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. g loud and deep ;A pair of stars, faint pins of light,Then many a star, sailed into all the stars, the flower of night. Were round me at a leap ;To tell how still the valleys layI heard a watch-dog miles away,And bells of distant sheep. I heard no more of bird or mastiff in a slumber fell, I stared into the wondering men have always doneSince beauty and the stars were one, Though none so hard as I. lOO THE • TEJRS • ^r THE • SPRING It seemed, so still the valleys were,As if the whole world knelt at prayer, Save me and me alone ;So pure and wide that silence wasI feared to bend a blade of grass, And there I stood like stone. [^Conitnued\RALPH HODGSON lOI THE ? TEARS ? AT ? THE ? SPRING Stupidity Street 1SAW with open eyesSinging birds sweetSold in the shopsFor the people to eat,Sold in the shops ofStupidity Street, I saw in visionThe worm in the wheat,And in the shops nothingFor people to eat;Nothing for sale inStupidity Street. RALPH HODGSON I02. WITH MAGIC KhY . . UNLOCKING BLDS THAT KEEP THE ROSES lOJ THE ? TERRS ? At ? THE ? SPRING To the Coming Spring * 0 PUNCTUAL Spring!We had forgotten in this winter townThe days of Summer and the long, long now you come on airy wing,With busy fingers spilling baby-leavesOn all the bushes, and a faint green downOn ancient trees, and everywhereYour warm breath soft with kissesStirs the wintry air,And waking us to unimagined lightest footprints in the grassAre marked by painted crocus-flowersAnd heavy-headed daffodils,While little trees blush faintly as you morning and the nightYou bathe with heavenly showers,And scatter scentless violets on the rounded beneath leafless woods pale primrose magic key, in the new evening light,You are unlocking buds that keep the roses ; 103 THE YEARS • AT • THE - SPRING The purple lilac soon will blow above the wallAnd bended boughs in orchards white
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