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    SEA GARDEN

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    University of California BerkeleyGift of

    JAMES D. HART

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    SEA GARDEN

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    THE editors and publishers concerned havekindly given me permission to reprint some ofthe poems in this book which appeared origin-ally in "Poetry" (Chicago), "The Egoist"(London), "The Little Review" (Chicago),"Greenwich Village" (New York), the firstImagist anthology (New York : A. and C. Boni.London : Poetry Bookshop), the second Imagistanthology (" Some Imagist Poets," London :Constable and Co. Boston: Houghton MifflinCo.).

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    SEA GARDENBY

    H. D.

    LONDONCONSTABLE AND COMPANY LTD.

    1916

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    PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN.CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES \VH1TTINGHAM AND CO.

    TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.

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    SEA GARDENSEA ROSE

    ROSE, harsh rose,marred and with stint of petals,meagre flower, thin,sparse of leaf,more preciousthan a wet rosesingle on a stemyou are caught in the drift.Stunted, with small leaf,you are flung on the sand,you are liftedin the crisp sandthat drives in the wind.Can the spice-rosedrip such acrid fragrancehardened in a leaf?

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    THE HELMSMANO BE Swiftwe have always known you wanted us.We fled inland with our flocks,we pastured them in hollows,cut off from the windand the salt track of the marsh.We worshipped inlandwe stepped past wood-flowers,we forgot your tang,we brushed wood-grass.We wandered from pine-hillsthrough oak and scrub-oak tangles,we broke hyssop and bramble,we caught flower and new bramble-fruitin our hair: we laughedas each branch whipped back,we tore our feet in half buried rocksand knotted roots and acorn-cups.We forgot we worshipped,we parted green from green,we sought further thickets,we dipped our anklesthrough leaf-mould and earth,and wood and wood-bank enchanted usand the feel of the clefts in the bark,and the slope between tree and treeand a slender path strung field to field2

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    THE HELMSMANand wood to woodand hill to hilland the forest after it.We forgot for a momenttree-resin, tree-bark,sweat of a torn branchwere sweet to the taste.We were enchanted with the fields,the tufts of coarse grassin the shorter grasswe loved all this.But now, our boat climbs hesitates dropsclimbs hesitates crawls backclimbs hesitatesO be swiftwe have always known you wanted us.

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    THE SHRINE(" SHE WATCHES OVER THE SEA

    ARE your rocks shelter for shipshave you sent galleys from your beach,are you graded a safe crescentwhere the tide lifts them back to portare you full and sweet,tempting the quietto depart in their trading ships ?

    Nay, you are great, fierce, evilyou are the land-blightyou have tempted menbut they perished on your cliffs.Your lights are but dank shoals,slate and pebble and wet shellsand seaweed fastened to the rocks.It was evil evilwhen they found you,when the quiet men looked at youthey sought a headlandshaded with ledge of clifffrom the wind-blast.But you you are unsheltered,cut with the weight of windyou shudder when it strikes,then lift, swelled with the blastyou

    sink as the tide sinks,you shrill under hail, and soundthunder when thunder sounds.

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    THE SHRINEYou are uselesswhen the tides swirlyour boulders cut and wreckthe staggering ships.

    iiYou are useless,O grave, O beautiful,the landsmen tell it I have heardyou are useless.

    And the wind sounds with thisand the seawhere rollers shot with bluecut under deeper blue.O but stay tender, enchantedwhere wave-lengths cut youapart from all the restfor we have found you,we watch the splendour of you,we thread throat on throat of freesiafor your shelf.You are not forgot,O plunder of lilies,honey is not more sweetthan the salt stretch of your beach.

    inStay staybut terror has caught us now,we passed the men in ships,we dared deeper than the fisher-folkand you strike us with terrorO bright shaft.

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    THE SHRINEFlame passes under usand sparks that unknot the flesh,sorrow, splitting bone from bone,splendour athwart our eyesand rifts in the splendour,sparks and scattered light.Many warned of this,men said :there are wrecks on the fore-beach,wind will beat your ship,there is no shelter in that headland,it is useless waste, that edge,that front of rocksea-gulls clang beyond the breakers,none venture to that spot.

    IVBut hailas the tide slackens,as the wind beats out,we hail this shorewe sing to you,spirit between the headlandsand the further rocks.

    Though oak-beams split,though boats and sea-men flounder,and the strait grind sand with sandand cut boulders to sand and driftyour eyes have pardoned our faults,your hands have touched usyou have leaned forward a littleand the waves can never thrust us backfrom the splendour of your ragged coast.6

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    MID-DAYTHE light beats upon me.I am startleda split leaf crackles on the paved floor-I am anguished defeated.A slight wind shakes the seed-podsmy thoughts are spentas the black seeds.My thoughts tear me,I dread their fever.I am scattered in its whirl.I am scattered likethe hot shrivelled seeds.The shrivelled seedsare spilt on the paththe grass bends with dust,the grape slipsunder its crackled leaf:yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,and the blackened stalks of mint,the poplar is bright on the hill,the poplar spreads out,deep-rooted among trees.O poplar, you are greatamong the hill-stones,while I perish on the pathamong the crevices of the rocks.

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    PURSUITWHAT do I carethat the stream is trampled,the sand on the stream-bankstill holds the print of your foot:the heel is cut deep.I see another markon the grass ridge of the bankit points toward the wood-path.I have lost the thirdin the packed earth.But herea wild-hyacinth stalk is snapped :the purple buds half ripeshow deep purplewhere your heel pressed.A patch of flowering grass,low, trailingyou brushed this:the green stems show yellow-greenwhere you lifted turned the earth-sideto the light:this and a dead leaf-spine,split across,show where you passed.You were swift, swift !here the forest ledge slopesrain has furrowed the roots.Your hand caught at this ;the root snapped under your weight.8

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    PURSUITI can almost follow the notewhere it touched this slender treeand the next answeredand the next.And you climbed yet further !you stopped by the dwarf-cornelwhirled on your heels,doubled on your track.This is clearyou fell on the downward slope,you dragged a bruised thigh you limped-you clutched this larch.Did your head, bent back,search furtherclear through the green leaf-mossof the larch branches ?Did you clutch,stammer with short breath and gasp:wood-daemons grant lifegive life / am almost lost.For some wood-daemonhas lightened your steps.I can find no trace of youin the larch-cones and the underbrush.

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    THE CONTESTin

    Myrtle is about your head,you have bent and caught the spray:each leaf is sharpagainst the lift and furrowof your bound hair.The narcissus has copied the archof your slight breast :your feet are citron-flowers,your knees, cut from white-ash,your thighs are rock-cistus.Your chin lifts straightfrom the hollow of your curved throat.your shoulders are levelthey have melted rare silverfor their breadth.

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    SEA LILYREED,slashed and tornbut doubly richsuch great heads as yoursdrift upon temple-steps,but you are shatteredin the wind.

    Myrtle-barkis flecked from you,scales are dashedfrom your stem,sand cuts your petal,furrows it with hard edge,like flinton a bright stone.Yet though the whole windslash at your bark,you are lifted up,aye though it hissto cover you with froth.

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    THE WIND SLEEPERSWHITERthan the crustleft by the tide,we are stung by the hurled sandand the broken shells.We no longer sleepin the windwe awoke and fledthrough the city gate.Teartear us an altar,tug at the cliff- boulders,pile them with the rough stoneswe no longersleep in the wind,propitiate us.

    Chant in a wailthat never halts,pace a circle and pay tributewith a song.When the roar of a dropped wavebreaks into it,pour meted wordsof sea-hawks and gullsand sea-birds that crydiscords.

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    THE GIFTare bitter to the taste,this spiced wine, poison, corrupt.I cannot walkwho would walk ?Life is a scavanger's pit I escapeI only, rejecting it,lying here on this couch.Your garden sloped to the beach,myrtle overran the paths,honey and amber flecked each leaf,the citron-lily headone among manyweighed there, over-sweet.The myrrh-hyacinthspread across low slopes,violets streaked black ridgesthrough the grass.The house, too, was like this,over painted, over lovelythe world is like this.Sleepless nights,I remember the initiates,their gesture, their calm glance.I have heard how in rapt thought,in vision, they speakwith another race,more beautiful, more intense than this,I could laughmore beautiful, more intense?Perhaps that other lifeis contrast always to this.I reason :I have lived as they

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    THE GIFTin their inmost ritesthey endure the tense nervesthrough the moment of ritual.I endure from moment to momentdays pass all alike,tortured, intense.This I forgot last night:you must not be blamed,it is not your fault ;as a child, a flower any flowertore my breastmeadow-chickory, a common grass-tip,a leaf shadow, a flower tintunexpected on a winter-branch.I reason:another life holds what this lacks,a sea, unmoving, quietnot forcing our strengthto rise to it, beat on beata stretch of sand,no garden beyond, stranglingwith its myrrh-liliesa hill, not set with black violetsbut stones, stones, bare rocks,dwarf-trees, twisted, no beautyto distract to crowdmadness upon madness.Only a still placeand perhaps some outer horrorsome hideousness to stamp beauty,a mark no changing it nowon our hearts.I send no string of pearls,no bracelet accept this.16

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    EVENINGTHE light passesfrom ridge to ridge,from flower to flowerthe hypaticas, wide-spreadunder the lightgrow faintthe petals reach inward,the blue tips bendtoward the bluer heartand the flowers are lost.The cornel-buds are still white,but shadows dartfrom the cornel-rootsblack creeps from root to root,each leafcuts another leaf on the grass,shadow seeks shadow,then both leafand leaf-shadow are lost.

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    SHELTERED GARDENI HAVE had enough.I gasp for breath.

    Every way ends, every road,every foot-path leads at lastto the hill-crestthen you retrace your steps,or find the same slope on the other side,precipitate.I have had enoughborder-pinks, clove-pinks, wax-lilies,herbs, sweet-cress.

    O for some sharp swish of a branchthere is no scent of resinin this place,no taste of bark, of coarse weeds,aromatic, astringentonly border on border of scented pinks.Have you seen fruit under coverthat wanted lightpears

    wadded in cloth,protected from the frost,melons, almost ripe,smothered in straw?

    Why not let the pears clingto the empty branch?All your coaxing will only makea bitter fruitlet them cling, ripen of themselves,18

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    SHELTERED GARDENtest their own worth,nipped, shrivelled by the frost,to fall at last but fairwith a russet coat.Or the melonlet it bleach yellowin the winter light,even tart to the tasteit is better to taste of frostthe exquisite frostthan of wadding and of dead grass.For this beauty,beauty without strength,chokes out life.I want wind to break,scatter these pink-stalks,snap off their spiced heads,fling them about with dead leaves-spread the paths with twigs,limbs broken off,trail great pine branches,hurled from some far woodright across the melon-patch,break pear and quinceleave half-trees, torn, twistedbut showing the fight was valiant.O to blot out this gardento forget, to find a new beautyin some terriblewind-tortured place.

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    SEA POPPIESAMBER huskfluted with gold,fruit on the sandmarked with a rich grain,treasurespilled near the shrub-pinesto bleach on the boulders:your stalk has caught rootamong wet pebblesand drift flung by the seaand grated shellsand split conch-shells.Beautiful, wide-spread,fire upon leaf,what meadow yieldsso fragrant a leafas your bright leaf?

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    LOSSTHE sea calledyou faced the estuary,you were drowned as the tide passed.I am glad of thisat least you have escaped.The heavy sea-mist stifles me.I choke with each breatha curious peril, thisthe gods have inventedcurious torture for us.One of us, pierced in the flank,dragged himself across the marsh,he tore at the bay-roots,lost hold on the crumbling bankAnother crawled too latefor shelter under the cliffs.I am glad the tide swept you out,O beloved,you of all this ghastly hostalone untouched,your white flesh covered with saltas with myrrh and burnt iris.We were hemmed in this place,so few of us, so few of us to fighttheir sure lances,the straight thrust effortlesswith slight life of muscle and shoulder.

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    LOSSAnd the marsh dragged one back,and another perished under the cliff,and the tide swept you out.Your feet cut steel on the paths,I followed for the strengthof life and grasp.I have seen beautiful feetbut never beauty welded with strength.I marvelled at your height.You stood almost levelwith the lance-bearersand so slight.And I wondered as you claspedyour shoulder-strapat the strength of your wristand the turn of

    your young fingers,and the lift of your shorn locks,and the bronzeof your sun-burnt neck.All of this,and the curious knee-cap,fitted above the wrought greaves,and the sharp muscles of your backwhich the tunic could not coverthe outlineno garment could deface.I wonder if you knew how I watched,how I crowded before the spearsmenbut the gods wanted you,the gods wanted you back.

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    HUNTRESSCome, blunt your spear with us,our pace is hotand our bare heelsin the heel-printswe stand tense do you seeare you already beatenby the chase ?We lead the pacefor the wind on the hills,the low hill is spatteredwith loose earthour feet cut into the crustas with spears.We climbed the ploughed land,dragged the seed from the clefts,broke the clods with our heels,whirled with a parched cryinto the woods:Can you come,can you come,can you follow the hound trail,can you trample the hot froth ?Spring up sway forwardfollow the quickest one,aye, though you leave the trailand drop exhausted at our feet.

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    GARDENiYou are clear

    rose, cut in rock,hard as the descent of hail.1 could scrape the colourfrom the petalslike spilt dye from a rock.If I could break youI could break a tree.If I could stirI could break a treeI could break you.

    iiO wind, rend open the heat,cut apart the heat,rend it to tatters.Fruit cannot dropthrough this thick airfruit cannot fall into heatthat presses up and bluntsthe points of pearsand rounds the grapes.Cut the heatplough through it,turning it on either sideof your path.

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    SEA VIOLETTHE white violetis scented on its stalk,the sea-violetfragile as agate,lies fronting all the windamong the torn shellson the sand-bank.The greater blue violetsflutter on the hill,but who would change for thesewho would

    changefor these

    one root of the white sort ?Violetyour grasp is frailon the edge of the sand-hill,but you catch the lightfrost, a star edges with its fire.

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    THE CLIFF TEMPLEHave you heard, O god seated on the cliff,how far toward the ledges of your house,how far I had to walk?

    IVOver me the wind swirls.I have stood on your portaland I knowyou are further than this,still further on another cliff.

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    ORCHARDI SAW the first pearas it fellthe honey-seeking, golden-banded,the yellow swarmwas not more fleet than I,(spare us from loveliness)and I fell prostratecrying:you have flayed uswith your blossoms,spare us the beautyof fruit-trees.The honey-seekingpaused not,the air thundered their song,and I alone was prostrate.

    rough-hewngod of the orchard,1 bring you an offeringdo you, alone unbeautiful,son of the god,spare us from loveliness :these fallen hazel-nuts,stripped late of their green sheaths,grapes, red-purple,their berriesdripping with wine,pomegranates already broken,and shrunken figsand quinces untouched,I bring you as offering.

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    SEA GODSiTHEY say there is no hopesand drift rocks rubble of the sea

    the broken hulk of a ship,hung with shreds of rope,pallid under the cracked pitch.they say there is no hopeto conjure youno whip of the tongue to anger youno hate of wordsyou must rise to refute.They say you are twisted by the sea,you are cut apartby wave-break upon wave-break,that you are misshapen by the sharp rocks,broken by the rasp and after-rasp.That you are cut, torn, mangled,torn by the stress and beat,no stronger than the strips of sandalong your ragged beach.

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    SEA GODSViolets in clumps from hills,tufts with earth at the roots,violets tugged from rocks,blue violets, moss, cliff, river-violets,

    Yellow violets' gold,burnt with a rare tintviolets like red ashamong tufts of grass.We bring deep-purplebird-foot violets.

    We bring the hyacinth-violet,sweet, bare, chill to the touchand violets whiter than the in-rushof your own white surf.

    inFor you will come,you will yet haunt men in ships,you will trail across the fringe of straitand circle the jagged rocks.You will trail across the rocksand wash them with your salt,you will curl between sand-hillsyou will thunder along the cliffbreak retreat get fresh strengthgather and pour weight upon the beach,You will draw back,and the ripple on the sand-shelfwill be witness of your track.

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    SEA GODSO privet-white, you will paintthe lintel of wet sand with froth.You will bring myrrh-barkand drift laurel-wood from hot coasts!when you hurl high highwe will answer with a shout.For you will come,you will come,you will answer our taut hearts,you will break the lie of men's thoughts,and cherish and shelter us.

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    ACONi

    BEAR me to Diftaeus,and to the steep slopes ;to the river Erymanthus.I choose spray of dittany,cyperum, frail of flower,buds of myrrh,all-healing herbs,close pressed in calathes.

    For she lies panting,drawing sharp breath,broken with harsh sobs,she, Hyella,whom no god pities.

    iiDryadshaunting the groves,nereidswho dwell in wet caves,for all the white leaves of olive-branch,and early roses,and ivy wreaths, woven gold berries,which she once brought to your altars,bear now ripe fruits from Arcadia,and Assyrian wineto shatter her fever.

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    AGONThe light of her face falls from its flower,as a hyacinth,hidden in a far

    valley,perishes upon burnt grass.Pales,bring gifts,bring your Phoenician stuffs,and do you, fleet-footed nymphs,bring offerings,Illyrian iris,and a branch of shrub,and frail-headed poppies.

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    PRISONERSIT is strange that I should wantthis sight of your facewe have had so much :at any moment now I may pass,stand near the gate,do not speakonly reach if you can, your facehalf-fronting the passagetoward the light.Fate God sends this as a mark,a last token that we are not forgot,lost in this turmoil,about to be crushed out,burned or stamped outat best with sudden death.The spearsman who brings thiswill ask for the gold claspyou wear under your coat.I gave all I had left.Press close to the portal,my gate will soon clangand your fellow wretcheswill crowd to the entrancebe first at the gate.Ah beloved, do not speak.I write this in great hastedo not speak,you may yet be released.

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    PRISONERSI am glad enough to departthough I have never tasted lifeas in these last weeks.It is a strange life,patterned in fire and letterson the prison pavement.If I glance upit is written on the walls,it is cut on the floor,it is patterned acrossthe slope of the roof.

    I am weak weaklast night if the guardhad left the gate unlockedI could not have ventured to escape,but one thought serves me nowwith strength.As I pass down the corridorpast desperate faces at each cell,your eyes and my eyes may meet.You will be dark, unkempt,but I pray for one glimpse of your face-why do I want this?I who have seen you at the banqueteach flower of your hyacinth-circletwhite against your hair.Why do I want this,when even last nightyou startled me from sleep ?You stood against the dark rock,you grasped an elder staff".

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    PRISONERSSo many nightsyou have distracted me from terror.Once you lifted a spear-flower.I remember how you stoopedto gather itand it flamed, the leaf and shootand the threads, yellow, yellowsheer till they burntto red-purple in the cup.As I pass your cell-doordo not speak.I was first on the listThey may forget you tried to shield meas the horsemen passed.

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    STORMYou crash over the trees,you crack the live branchthe branch is white,the green crushed,each leaf is rent like split wood.You burden the treeswith black drops,you swirl and crashyou have broken off a weighted leafin the wind,it is hurled out,whirls up and sinks,a green stone.

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    SEA IRISi

    WEED, moss-weed,root tangled in sand,sea-iris, brittle flower,one petal like a shellis broken,and you print a shadowlike a thin twig.Fortunate one,scented and stinging,rigid myrrh-bud,camphor-flower,sweet and salt you are windin our nostrils.

    nDo the murex-fishersdrench you as they pass ?Do your roots drag up colourfrom the sand?Have they slipped gold under you-rivets of gold ?Band of iris-flowersabove the waves,you are painted blue,painted like a fresh prowstained among the salt weeds.

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    HERMES OF THE WAYSTHE hard sand breaks,and the grains of itare clear as wine.Far off over the leagues of it,the wind,playing on the wide shore,piles little ridges,and the great wavesbreak over it.But more than the many-foamed waysof the sea,I know himof the triple path-ways,Hermes,who awaits.Dubious,facing three ways,welcoming wayfarers,he whom the sea-orchardshelters from the west,from the eastweathers sea-wind ;fronts the great dunes.Wind rushesover the dunes,and the coarse, salt-crusted grassanswers.Heu,it whips round my ankles!

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    PEAR TREESILVER dustlifted from the earth,higher than my arms reach,you have mounted,O silver,higher than my arms reachyou front us with great mass ;no flower ever openedso staunch a white leaf,no flower ever parted silverfrom such rare silver ;O white pear,your flower-tuftsthick on the branchbring summer and ripe fruitsin their purple hearts.

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    CITIESCAN we believe by an effortcomfort our hearts :it is not waste all this,not placed here in disgust,street after street,each patterned alike,no grace to lightena single house of the hundredcrowded into one garden-space.Crowded can we believe,not in utter disgust,in ironical playbut the maker of cities grew faintwith the beauty of templeand space before temple,arch upon perfect arch,of pillars and corridors that led outto strange court-yards and porcheswhere sun-light stampedhyacinth-shadowsblack on the pavement.That the maker of cities grew faintwith the splendour of palaces,paused while the incense-flowersfrom the incense-treesdropped on the marble-walk,thought anew, fashioned thisstreet after street alike.

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    CITIESFor alas,he had crowded the city so fullthat men could not grasp beauty,beauty was over them,through them, about them,no crevice unpacked with the honey,rare, measureless.

    So he built a new city,ah can we believe, not ironicallybut for new splendourconstructed new peopleto lift through slow growthto a beauty unrivalled yetand created new cells,hideous first, hideous nowspread larve across them,not honey but seething life.

    And in these dark cells,packed street after street,souls live, hideous yetO disfigured, defaced,with no trace of the beautymen once held so light.Can we think a few old cellswere left we are leftgrains of honey,old dust of stray pollendull on our torn wings,we are left to recall the old streets ?Is our task the less sweetthat the larve still sleep in their cells?Or crawl out to attack our frail strength

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    CITIESYou are useless. We live.We await great events.We are spread through this earth.We protect our strong race.You are useless.Your cell takes the placeof our young future strength.Though they sleep or wake to tormentand wish to displace our old cellsthin rare goldthat their larve grow fatis our task the less sweet?

    Though we wander about,find no honey of flowers in this waste,is our task the less sweetwho recall the old splendour,await the new beauty of cities?

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    The city Is peopledwith spirits, not ghosts, O my love :Though they crowded betweenand^ usurped the kiss ofmy mouththeir breath was your gift,their beauty, your life.

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    CHISWICK PRESS: CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.

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