CONTENTS PAGE Apollo and the Seaman . . I An Ode to Beauty . 33 The Voice from the Column. . 39 Stanzas to Tolstoy in his Old Age . 44 Lindiskrne . 49 Chant Sung in Darkness . - 51 0 Dreamy, Gloomy, Friendly Trees . 54 Old Anchor Chanty . 55 The Questioners . 58 I Heard a Soldier . . 62 A Song-Her, my own Sad Love Divine . 63 The Crocus . - 64 Inscription for a Sword of Honour . . 66 Daughters of Joy . 67 Almond, Wild Almond . . 71 Musing on a Great Soldier . . 73 When Mary Bathes . 75 Jean Richepins Song . 76 Multatuli Remoulded . - 78 Chorus at the Green Bear Inn . . 81 To a Nightingale heard upon a Hilltop before Dawn 83 The Gemless Ring . The Requital . The Reparation Dark, Dark the Seas and Lands . Ode on Armenian Massacre . There Comes a Moment of the Twilight Killary . The Queen of Gothland . The Shepherd . Stanzas on Poetry . 0 Birds of the Air . I Seek Thee in the Heart Alone Ode at Assouan on the Nile through the woods came down p o n o s A Furred like a merchant fine, coming. And sate with a Sailor at an Inn Sharing a jug of wine. Had sun-rays, spilled out of a storm, Thither the God conveyed Or some green and floating cloudlet caught On the fringes of a glade 8 For none had known him by his gait Descending from the hills, Though far and wide before him blew The friendly daffodils No shepherd had discovered him On upland pasture bare By dew-pond or green Roman camp No voice aloft in air A Along lone barrows of great downs With kine in rolling coombes, Where bells blow up from all the plain To headlands spring perfumes, Proclaimed him to those coombes and folds Of little lambs unyeaned, Or sung him to the billowy woods I With spray of buds begreened, Where spreads in haze thesnowy maze Of orchards deep-ravined-Telling the dingles of the thrush To overflow with sound, Warning the grassy commons all In vales for miles around Wake shady forest coverts wide Wake I skylit river-sward Chases and meres and misty shires Be ready for your lord But he would not stay nor tarry there On the blithe edge of the down, To the sea-coast his errand was And the smoke-hanging town. Far off he saw its harbours shine And black sea-bastions thronged With masts of the sea-traffickers For whom his spirit longed. 2 Far off he heard the windlass heaved And the creaking of the cranes, Gay barges hailed and poled along, And the rattling fall of chains, Till by the windows of that Inn He sate and took his ease Where the bowsprits of the swarthy ships Came thrusting to the quays. A O I O . And why are you cast down, sailor And why are you cast down With lapfuls of the guineas light Come you not back to town Your feet that must have run in air Aloft the slippy mast Are they not glad to land, my lad, On steady ground at last Up from his brown and branded hands A heavy chin he raised, And sidelong through the harbour bluffs Looked out like man amazed. seaman. If you had cruised as I have cruised The world for many a year, Your blood like mine it would have struck At the strange news I hear. 3 Th t rumour. 0 the Moon went riding high last night And the dance along the quays, But I could not find it in my heart To care for shows like these For while still I felt the rollers lift Bear on through the dark land And the little houses here still rock And sway-they would not stand-1 heard them calling in the streets That the ship f serve upon-The great ship Immortality-Was gone down, like the sun.., . I A OIIO. And whence did that craft hail, sailor, h Sh t i Of which you seem so fond Seaman. It was some harbour of the East, Back o beyond, back o beyond A OIIO...