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 THE SAILING OF 
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 AND OTHER POEMS 
 
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 HENRY NEWBOLT 
 
 TORONTO 
 
 GEORGE N. MORANG & COMPANY 
 
 LIMITED 
 1902 
 
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 Lintitad, at the Departmtot of Agriculture. 
 
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 th« jraar 
 CoMPAinr, 
 
 SIR EDWARD GREY 
 
» THAT TWINSD A WSEath «.- 
 
 ^ O* UNACCOMPLISHED FAMK. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 THE SAILING Of THE LONG-SHIPS 
 
 WAGGON HILL. 
 
 THE VOLUNTEER . 
 
 THE ONLY SON 
 
 THE grenadier's GOOU-I 
 
 THE SCHOOLFELLOW 
 
 ON SPION EOF 
 
 THE SCHOOL AT WAR 
 
 BY THE HEARTH-STONE 
 
 PEACE . 
 
 COMIIEMORATION . 
 VICTORIA REGINA . 
 THE KING OF ENGLAND 
 THE NILE 
 
 srAhmandAzi . 
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CONTENTS 
 
 HOP! THE HOKNBLOWM. , 
 
 O PVLCHRITUOO . 
 
 in JULY. , , ^ ] 
 
 rnou cEwiRATioif to genekation 
 
 WHEN I REMEMBER 
 RONDEL . 
 
 RONDEL . 
 
 2ALADE . 
 
 THE viking's song. 
 
 THE SUFI IN THE CITY 
 
 YATTENDON 
 
 AMONO THE TOMBS. 
 
 A SOWER 
 
 THE BEST SCHOOL OF ALL 
 
 THE BRIGHT " MEDUSA". 
 
 NORTHUMBERLAND . 
 
 MASTER AND MAN . 
 
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THE 8A1UNO OF THE LONG-SHIPS 
 OCTOBEK, 1899 
 
 Thev saw the cables loosened, they saw 
 
 the gangways cleared, 
 They heard the women weeping, they 
 
 heard the men that cheered ; 
 Far off, far off, the tumult faded and died 
 
 away. 
 And all alone the sea-wind came singing 
 
 up the Bay. 
 
 « I came by Cape St Vincent, I came by 
 
 Trafalgar, 
 I swept from Torres Vedras to golden 
 
 Vigo Bar, 
 I saw the beacons blazing that fired the 
 
 world with light 
 When down their ancient highway your 
 fathers passed to fight 
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 THE SAILING OF 
 
 "O race of tireless fighters, flushed with a 
 
 youth renewed, 
 Right well the wars of Freedom befit the 
 
 Sea-kings' brood ; 
 Vet as ye go forget not the fame of 
 
 yonder shore, 
 The fame ye owe your fathers and the 
 old time before. 
 
 " Long-suffering were the Sea-kings, they 
 
 were not swift to kill. 
 But when the sands had fallen they 
 
 waited no man's will ; 
 Though all the world forbade them, they 
 
 counted not nor cared. 
 The; weighed not help or hindrance, they 
 did the thing they dared. 
 
 " The Sea-kings loved not boasting, they 
 
 cursed not him that cursed, 
 They honoured all men duly,'a«d him 
 
 that faced them, first ; 
 
THE LONG-SHIPS 9 
 
 They strove and knew not hatred, they 
 
 smote and toiled to save, 
 They tended whom they vanquished, they 
 
 praised the fallen brave. 
 
 "Their fame's on Torres Vedras, their 
 
 fame's on Vigo Bar, 
 Far-flashed to Cape St Vincent it bums 
 
 from Trafalgar ; 
 Mark as ye go the beacons that woke the 
 
 world with light 
 When down their ancient highway your 
 
 fathers passed to fight" 
 
Waggon hili. 
 
 Treading his dear i?.e,.«^^, d^^j^ ^' 
 
 Watched, with the sea Hoc 
 
 «ie sea-dogs round him 
 
 growh'ng, 
 
 Galleons drifting „,eck by w,«k. 
 I''"- and Faith fo, England's 
 neck, 
 
 Faggot and Father, Saint and chain.- 
 Vonder the Devi, and ail go ho.ling. 
 
 Devon. O Devon, in wind and «i„,. 
 
 Drake at the last oiTNombre lying 
 
 Knowing the night that toward him 
 crept, 
 Gave to tt, ^.,„^^ ^^^^^ ^._^ 
 
 This for a sign before he slept :_ 
 
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WAGGON HILL ii 
 
 " Pride of the West ! What Devon 
 hath kept 
 Devon shall keep on tide or main ; 
 Call to the storm and drive them flying, 
 Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain ! " 
 
 Valour of England gaunt and whitening, 
 Far in a South land brought to bay, 
 Locked in a death-grip all day tightening, 
 Waited the end in twilight gray. 
 Battle and storm and the sea-dog's 
 way I 
 Drake from his long rest turned again. 
 Victory lit thy steel with lightning, 
 Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain I 
 
THE VOLUNTEEB 
 " He leapt to arms unbidden, 
 
 Unneeded, over-bold ; 
 His face by earth is hidden, 
 
 His heart in earth is cold. 
 
 " ^""<^ on ^^*^ reckless daring 
 That could not wait the call, 
 
 The prouo h ,tastic bearing 
 That would be first to fall I » 
 
 O tears of human passion, 
 Blur not the image true ; 
 
 This was not folly's fashion' 
 This was the man we knew. 
 
THE ONLY SON 
 
 O BITTER wind toward the sunset blowing, 
 What of the dales to-night ? 
 
 In yonder gray old hall what fires are 
 glowing, 
 What ring of festal light ? 
 
 "/» the great window as the day was 
 dwindling 
 I saw an old man stand; 
 His head was proudly held and his eyes 
 kintUing, 
 But the list shook in his hand." 
 
 O wind of twilight, was there no word 
 uttered, 
 No sound of joy or wail ? 
 A great fight and a good death,* he 
 muttered ; 
 * Trust him, he would not fail* *• 
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 H THE ONLY SON 
 
 What of the chamber dark where she 
 lying 
 For whom all life is done? 
 " mthin fur heart she rocks a dead child, 
 crying 
 'My son, my little son.*** 
 
THE grenadier's GOOD-BYE 
 
 •' When Lieutenant Murray feU. the only words he spoke 
 were, • Forward, Grenadiers I "—Prtu Telegram. 
 
 Here they halted, here once more 
 
 Hand from hand was rent ; 
 Here his voice above the roar 
 
 Rang, and on they went. 
 Yonder out of sight they crossed. 
 
 Yonder died the cheers ; 
 One word lives where all is lost— 
 
 " Forward, Grenadiers I " 
 
 This alone he asked of fame, 
 
 This alone of pride ; 
 Still with this he faced the flame, 
 
 Answered Death, and died. 
 Crest of battle sunward tossed, 
 
 Song of the marching years. 
 This shall live though all be lost 
 
 " Forward, Grenadiers ! " 
 
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THE SCHOOLFELLOW 
 
 Our game was his but yesteryear ; 
 
 We wished him back; we could not 
 know 
 The self-same hour we missed him here 
 
 He led the line that broke the foe. 
 
 Blood-red behind our guarded posts 
 Sank as of old the dying day ; 
 
 The battle ceased ; the mingled hosts 
 Weary and chc ry went their way : 
 
 " To-morrow well may bring," we said, 
 " As fair a fight, as clear a sun." 
 
 Dear lad, before the word was sped, 
 For evermore thy goal was won. 
 
ON 8K0N KOP 
 
 Foremost of all on battle's fiery steep 
 
 Here Vertue Well, and here he sleeps 
 his sleep. 
 
 A fairer name no Roman ever gave 
 To stand sole monument on Valour's 
 grave. 
 
 G«e»^ Wood^te. ^ buri«, whe« he fell, on the 
 edge of Sp.oa Kop. fa front of the Brituh petition. 
 
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 THE SCHOOL AT WAB 
 
 All night before the brink of death 
 
 In fitful sleep the army lay, 
 For through the dream that stilled their 
 breath 
 
 Too gauntly glared the coming day. 
 
 But we, within whose blood there leaps 
 
 The fulness of a life as wide 
 As Avon's water where he sweeps 
 
 Seaward at last with Severn's tide^ 
 
 We heard beyond the desert night 
 The murmur of the fields we knew, 
 
 And our swift souls with one delight 
 Like homing swallows Northward tbrm. 
 
 We played again the Immortal games, 
 And grappled with the fierce old friends, 
 
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THE SCHOOL AT WAR ,9 
 
 And cheered the dead undying names, 
 And sang the song that never ends ; 
 
 Till, when the hard, familiar bell 
 Told that the summer night was late, 
 
 Where long ago we said farewell, 
 We said farewell by the old gate. 
 
 "O Captains unforgot," they cried, 
 " Come you again or come no more, 
 
 Across the worid you keep the pride. 
 Across the world we mark the score." 
 
BV THE HEARTH-STONE 
 
 By the hearth-stone 
 She sits alone, 
 
 The long night bearing : 
 With eyes that gleam 
 Into the dream 
 
 Of the firelight staring. 
 
 Low and more low 
 
 The dying glow 
 
 Bums in the embers ; 
 
 She nothing heeds 
 
 And nothing needs- 
 Only remembers. 
 
FEACE 
 
 No more to watch by Night's eternal 
 shore, 
 
 With England's chivalo^ at dawn to 
 ride; 
 
 No more defeat, faith, victory-O f no 
 more 
 
 A cause on earth for which we might 
 have died. 
 
 
COMMEMORATION 
 
 I SAT by the granite pilla-, and sunlight 
 fell 
 Where the sunlight fell of old, 
 And the hour was the hour my heart 
 remembered well, 
 And the sermon rolled and rolled 
 As it used to roll when the place was still 
 
 unhaunted. 
 And the strangest tale in the world was 
 still untold. 
 
 And I knew that of all this rushing of 
 urgent sound 
 That I so clearly heard. 
 The green young forest of saplings 
 clustered round 
 Was heeding not one word i 
 
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COMMEMORATION 23 
 
 Their heads were bowed in a still serried 
 
 patience 
 Such as an angel's breath could never 
 
 have stirred. 
 
 For some were already away to the 
 hazardous pitch, 
 Or lining the parapet wall, 
 And some were in glorious battle, or 
 great and rich, 
 Or throned in a college hall : 
 And among the rest was one like my own 
 
 young phantom, 
 Dreaming for ever beyond my utmost call. 
 
 "O Youth," the preacher was crying, 
 " deem not thou 
 Thy life is thine alone ; 
 Thou bearest the will of the ages, seeing 
 how 
 They built thee bone by bone, 
 
H COMMEMORATION 
 
 And within thy blood the Great Age 
 
 sleeps sepulchred 
 Till thou and thine shall roll away the 
 
 stone. 
 
 " Therefore the days are coming when 
 thou shalt bum 
 With passion whitely hot ; 
 Rest shall be rest no more ; thy feet shall 
 spurn 
 All that thy hand hath got ; 
 And One that is stronger shall gird thee, 
 
 and lead thee swiftly 
 Whither, O heart of Youth, thou wouldest 
 not" 
 
 And the School passed ; and I saw the 
 living and dead 
 Set in their seats again, 
 And I longed to hear them speak of the 
 word that was said. 
 
COMMEMORATION 25 
 
 But I knew that I longed in vain. 
 And they stretched forth their hands, and 
 the wind of the spirit took them 
 Lightfy as drifted leaves on an endless 
 plain. 
 
I 
 
 VICTORIA REGIXA 
 June sist, 1897* 
 A THOUSAND years by sea and land 
 
 Our race hath served the island kings, 
 But not by custom's dull command 
 To-day with song her Empire rings : 
 
 Not all the glories of her birth, 
 
 Her armed renown and ancient throne, 
 
 Could make her less the child of earth 
 Or give her hopes beyond our own : 
 
 But stayed on faith more sternly proved 
 And pride than ours more pure and 
 deep, 
 
 She loves the land our fathers loved 
 And keeps the fame our sons shall keep. 
 
 ' These line., with music by Doctor Lloyd, formed 
 part of the CycU of Seng offered to Queen Victoria, of 
 blessed and glorious memoiy, in celebration of her 
 second Jubilee. 
 
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THE KINO OF EXOLAND 
 
 June 24TH, 1902 
 
 In that eclipse of noon when joy was 
 hushed 
 Like the birds' song beneath unnatural 
 night, 
 And Terror's footfall in the darkness 
 crushed 
 The rose imperial of our delight, 
 Then, even then, though no man cried 
 " He comes," 
 And no man turned to greet him 
 passing there. 
 With phantom heralds challenging 
 renown 
 And silent-throbbing drums 
 I saw the King of England, hale and 
 fair. 
 Ride out with a great train through 
 London town. 
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28 THE KING OF ENGLAND 
 
 Unarmed he rode, but in his ruddy shield 
 The lions bore the dint of many a 
 lance, 
 And up and down his mantle's azure field 
 Were strewn the lilies plucked in 
 famous France. 
 Before him went with banner floating 
 wide 
 The yeoman breed that served his 
 honour best. 
 And mixed with these his knights of 
 noble blood ; 
 But in the place of pride 
 His admirals in billowy lines abreast 
 Convoyed him close like galleons on 
 the flood 
 
 Full of a strength unbroken showed his 
 face 
 And his brow calm with youth's 
 unclouded dawn, 
 
THE KING OF ENGLAND 29 
 
 But round his lips were lines of tenderer 
 grace 
 Such as no hand but Time's hath ever 
 drawn. 
 Surely he knew his glory had no part 
 In dull decay, nor unto Death must 
 bend, 
 Yet surely too of lengthening shadows 
 dreamed 
 With sunset in his heart, 
 So brief his beauty now, so near the 
 end, 
 And now so old and so immortal 
 seemed. 
 
 O King among the living, these shall hail 
 Sons of thy dust that shall inherit thee : 
 O King of men that die, though we must 
 fail 
 Thy life is breathed from thy triumphant 
 sea. 
 
30 THE KING OF ENGLAND 
 
 O man that servest men by right of With, 
 Our hearts' content thy heart shall 
 also keep, 
 
 Thou too with us shalt one day lay 
 thee down 
 In our dear native earth, 
 Full sure the King of England, while 
 we sleep. 
 For ever rides abroad through London 
 town. 
 

 THE NILE 
 
 Out of the unknown South, 
 Through the dark lands of drouth, 
 
 Far wanders ancient Nile in slumber 
 gliding : 
 Clear-mirrored in his dream 
 The deeds that haunt his stream 
 
 Flash out and fade like stars in mid- 
 night sliding. 
 Long since, before the life of man 
 
 Rose from among the lives that creep, 
 With Time's own tide began 
 That still mysterious sleep, 
 Only to cease when Time shall reach 
 the eternal deep. 
 
 From out lis vision vast 
 The early gods have passed, 
 
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 THE NILE 
 
 They waned and perished with the 
 faith that made them ; 
 The long phantasmal line 
 Of Pharaohs crowned divine 
 
 Are dust among the dust that once 
 obeyed them. 
 Their land is one mute burial mound, 
 Save when across the drifted years 
 Some chant of hollow sound, 
 Some triumph blent with tears. 
 From Memnon's lips at dawn wakens 
 the desert meres. 
 
 O Nile, and can it be 
 
 No memory dwells with thee 
 
 Of Grecian lore and the sweet Grecian 
 singer ? 
 The legions' iron tramp, 
 The Goths' wide-wandering camp. 
 
 Had these no fame that by thy shore 
 might linger ? 
 
THE NILE 
 
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 Nay, then must all be lost indeed, 
 Lost too the swift pursuing might 
 
 That cleft with passionate speed 
 Aboukir's tranquil night, 
 And shattered in mid-swoop the great 
 world-eagle's flight 
 
 Yet have there been on earth 
 Spirits of starry birth. 
 
 Whose splendour rushed to no etemaJ 
 setting : 
 They over all en ure. 
 Their course through all is sure, 
 
 The dark world's light is still of their 
 begetting. 
 Though the long past forgotten lies, 
 
 Nile ! in thy dream rememb-jr him. 
 Whose like no more shall rise 
 Above our twilight's rim, 
 Until the immortal dawn shall make 
 all glories dim. 
 
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 THE NILE 
 
 For this man was not great 
 By gold or kingly state, 
 
 Or the bright sword, or knowledge of 
 earth's wonder ; 
 But more than all his race 
 He saw life face to face. 
 
 And heard the still small voice above 
 the thunder. 
 O river, while thy waters roll 
 
 By yonder vast deserted tomb, 
 There, where so clear a soul 
 
 So shone through gathering doom, 
 Thou and thy land shall keep the tale 
 of lost Khartoum. 
 
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 Deep embowered beside the forest river, 
 Where the flame of sunset only falls, 
 
 Lapped in silence lies the House of Dying, 
 House of them to whom the twilight 
 calls. 
 
 There within when day was near to 
 ending, 
 By her lord a woman young and 
 strong, 
 By his chief a songman old and stricken 
 Watched together till the hour of song. 
 
 ' This bftlkd is founded on materials given to the 
 author by the late Miss Mary Kingsley on her return 
 from her last visit to the Bantu peoples of West Africa. 
 
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 srAhmandAzi 
 
 " O my songman, now the bow is broken, 
 Now the arrows one by one are sped, 
 
 Sing to me the song of Srdhmanddzi, 
 Srahmanddzi, home of all the dead." 
 
 Then the songman, flinging wide his 
 songnet, 
 On the last token laid his master's 
 hand, 
 While he sang the song of Srdhmanddzi, 
 None but dying men can understand. 
 
 " Yonder sun that fierce and fiery-hearted 
 Marches down the sky to vanish soon, 
 
 At the self-same hour in Srdhmanddzi 
 Rises pallid like the rainy moon. 
 
 " There he sees the heroes by their river, 
 Where the great fish daily upward 
 swim ; 
 
 Yet they are but shadows hunting shadows, 
 Phantom fish in waters drear and dim. 
 
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 "There he sees the kings among heir 
 headmen, 
 Women weaving, children playing 
 games ; 
 Yet they are but shadows ruling shadows, 
 Phantom folk with dim forgotten names. 
 
 " Bid farewell to all that most thou lovest. 
 Tell thy heart thy living life is done ; 
 
 All the days and deeds of Srdhmanddzi 
 Are not worth an hour of yonder sun." 
 
 Dreamily the chief from out the songnet 
 Drew his hand and touched the woman's 
 head : 
 "Know they not, then, love in Srdh- 
 manddzi ? 
 Has a king no bride among the dead?" 
 
 Then the songman answered, "O my 
 master, 
 Love they know, but none may learn it 
 there : 
 
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 srAhmandazi 
 
 Only souls that reach that land together 
 Keep their troth and find the twilight 
 fair. 
 
 " Thou art still a king, and at thy passing 
 By thy latest word must all abide : 
 
 If thou wiliest, here am I, thy songman ; 
 If thou lovest, here is she, thy bride." 
 
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 Hushed and dreamy lay the House of 
 Dying, 
 Dreamily the sunlight upward failed, 
 Dreamily the chief on eyes that loved him 
 Looked with eyes the coming twilight 
 veiled. 
 
 Then he cried, " My songman, I am 
 passing ; 
 
 Let her live, her life is but begun ; 
 All the days and nights of Srdhmanddzi 
 
 Are not worth an hour of yonder sun." 
 
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 Yet. when there within the House of 
 Dying 
 
 The last silence held the sunset air, 
 Not alone he came to Srdhmanddzi, 
 
 Not alone she found the twilight fair : 
 
 While the songman, far beneath the forest 
 Sang of Srahmandizi all night through, 
 
 " Lovely be thy name, O Land of shadows. 
 Land of meeting, Land of all the true I " 
 
OUTWARD BOUND 
 
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 Dear Earth, near Earth, the clay that 
 made us men, 
 The land we sowed. 
 The hearth that glowed — 
 
 O Mother, must we bid farewell to 
 thee? 
 t ast dawns the last dawn, and what shall 
 comfort then 
 The lonely hearts that roam the 
 outer sea? 
 
 Gray wakes the daybreak, the shivering 
 sails are set, 
 To misty deeps 
 The channel sweeps— 
 
 O Mother, think on us who think 
 on thee ! 
 4o 
 
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 OUTWARD BOUND 41 
 
 Earth-home, birth-home, with love re- 
 member yet 
 The sons in exile on the eternal 
 
HOPE THE HORNBLOWEH 
 
 " Hark ye, hark to the winding horn ; 
 Sluggards, awake, and front the morn f 
 Hark ye, hark to the winding horn ; 
 
 The sun's on meadow and mill 
 Follow r..e, hearts that love the chase ; 
 Follow me, feet that keep the pace : 
 Stirrup to stirrup we ride, we ride, 
 
 We ride by moor and hill." 
 
 Huntsman, huntsman, whither away? 
 What is the quarry afoot to-day ? 
 Huntsman, huntsman, whither away, 
 
 And what the game ye kill ? 
 Is it the deer, that men may dine ? 
 Is it the wolf that tears the kine ? 
 What is the race ye ride, ye ride, 
 
 Ye ride by moor and hill ? 
 4* 
 
HOPE THE HORNBLOWER 43 
 
 *' Ask not yet till the day be dead 
 What is the game that's fon\"\rd fled, 
 Ask not yet till the day be dead 
 
 The game we follow still. 
 An echo it may be, floating past ; 
 A shadow it may be, fading fast : 
 Shadow or echo, we ride, we ride 
 
 We ride by moor and hill," 
 
O PULCHRITUDO 
 
 O Saint whose thousand shrines our feet 
 have trod 
 
 And our eyes loved thy lamp's eternal 
 beam, 
 Dim earthly radiance of the Unknown God, 
 Hope of the darkness, light of them 
 that dream. 
 Far off, far off and faint, O glimmer on 
 Till we thy pilgrims from the road arc 
 gone. 
 
 O Word whose meaning every sense hath 
 sought. 
 Voice of the teeming field and grassy 
 mound. 
 Deep-whispering fountain of the wells of 
 thought, 
 
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O PULCHRITUDO 
 
 4S 
 
 Will of the wind and soul of all sweet 
 sound, 
 Far off, far off and faint, O murmi: r en 
 Till we thy pilgrims from the road are 
 pone. 
 
IN JULY 
 
 His beauty bore no token, 
 
 No sign our gladness shook ; 
 With tender strength unbroken 
 
 The hand of Life he took : 
 But the summer flowers were falling, 
 
 Falling and fading away. 
 And mother birds were callirfj, 
 Crying and calling 
 
 For their loves that would not stay. 
 
 He knew not Autumn's chillness, 
 
 Nor Winter's wind nor Spring's ; 
 He lived with Summer's stillness 
 
 And sun and sunlit things : 
 But when the dusk was falling 
 
 He went the shadowy way. 
 And one more heart is calling. 
 Crying and calling 
 
 For the love that would not stay. 
 
FROM OENEBATION TO GENERATION 
 
 O SON of mine, when dusk shall find thee 
 bending 
 
 Between a gravestone and a cradle's 
 head — 
 Between the love whose name is loss 
 unending 
 And the young love whose thoughts 
 are liker dread,— 
 Thou too shalt groan at heart that all thy 
 spending 
 Cannot repay the dead, the hungry 
 dead. 
 
 
 
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 I i 
 
 ' 1 
 
 WHEN 1 REMEMBER 
 
 When I remember that the day will come 
 For this our love to quit his land of 
 
 birth. 
 And bid farewell to all the ways of 
 earth 
 With lips that must for evermore be 
 dumb, 
 
 I : 
 
 i i 
 
 Then creep I silent from the stirring hum, 
 And shut away the music and the 
 
 mirth, 
 And reckon up what may be left of 
 worth 
 When hearts are cold and love's own 
 body numb. 
 
WHEN I REMEMBER 49 
 
 Something there must be that I know not 
 here, 
 
 Or know too dimly through the symbol 
 dear; 
 
 Some touch, some beauty, only guessed 
 by this — 
 If He that made us loves, it shall replace, 
 Beloved, even the vision of thy face 
 And deep communion of thine inmost 
 kiss. 
 
RONDEL ' 
 
 Though I wander far-off ways, 
 Dearest, never doubt thou me : 
 
 Mine is not the love that strays, 
 Though I wander far-off ways : 
 
 Faithfully for all my days 
 
 I have vowed myself to thee : 
 
 Though I wander far-off ways, 
 Dearest, never doubt thou me. 
 
 i : 
 
 ' This and the two 'bllowing pireet are from the French 
 of Wenceslas, Duke of Brabant and Luxembourg, who 
 died in 1384. 
 
 SO 
 
RONDEL 
 
 Long ago to thee I gave 
 Body, soul, and all I have — 
 Nothing in the world I keep : 
 
 All that in return I crave 
 Is that thou accept the slave 
 Long ago to thee I gave— 
 Body, soul, and all I have. 
 
 Had I more to share or save, 
 I would give as give the brave. 
 
 Stooping not to part the heap ; 
 Long ago to thee 1 gave 
 Body, soul, and all I have- 
 Nothing in the world I keep. 
 
 V 
 
BALADE 
 
 I CANNOT tell, of twain beneath this bond, 
 Which one in grief the other goes 
 
 beyond, — 
 Narcissus, who to end the pain he bore 
 Died of the love that could not help him 
 
 more ; 
 Or I, thai pine because I cannot see 
 The lady who is queen and love to me. 
 
 Nay — for Narcissus, in the forest pond 
 Seeing his image, made entreaty fond, 
 " Beloved, comfort on my longing pour " : 
 So for a while he soothed his passion sore ; 
 So cannot I, for all too far is she — 
 The lady who is queen and love to me. 
 
 But since that I have Love's true colours 
 
 donned, 
 I in his service will not now despond, 
 
BALADE 
 
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 For in extremes Love yet can all restore: 
 So till her beauty walks the world no 
 
 more 
 All day remembered in my hope shall be 
 The lady who is queen and love to me. 
 

 THE viking's song 
 
 When I thy lover first 
 Shook out my canvas free 
 
 And like a pirate burst 
 Into that dreaming sea, 
 
 The, land knew no such thirst 
 As then tormented me. 
 
 Now when at eve returned 
 I near that shore divine, 
 
 Where once but watch-fires burned 
 I see thy beacon shine. 
 
 And know the land hath learned 
 Desire that welcomes mine. 
 
 I ill 
 
THE SUFI IN THE CITY 
 
 L 
 
 When late I watched the arrows of the 
 
 sleet 
 Against the windows of the Tavern beat, 
 I heard a Rose that murmured from 
 
 her Pot : 
 •' Why trudge thy fellows yonder in the 
 
 Street ? 
 
 n. 
 
 " Before the phantom of False morning 
 
 dies, 
 Choked in the bitter Net that binds the 
 skies, 
 Their feet, bemired with Yesterday, set 
 out 
 For the dark alleys where To-morrow lies, 
 
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56 THE SUFI IN THE CITY 
 
 m. 
 
 "Think you, when all their petals they 
 
 have bruised, 
 And all the fragrances of Life confused, 
 That Night with sweeter rest will 
 
 comfort these 
 Than us, who still within the Garden 
 
 mused ? 
 
 ♦ IV. 
 
 " Think you the Gold they fight for all 
 day long 
 
 Is worth the frugal Peace their clamours 
 
 wrong? 
 Their Titles, and the Name they toil 
 
 to build— 
 Will they outlast the echoes of our Song ? " 
 
 V. 
 
 O Sons of Omar, what shall be the close 
 Seek not to know, for no man living 
 knows : 
 
THE SUFI IN THE CITY 57 
 But while within your hands the Wine 
 
 IS set 
 
 Drink ye-to Omar and the Dreaming 
 Rose! 
 
YATTENDON 
 
 Among the woods and tillage 
 
 That fringe the topmost downs, 
 All lonely lies the village, 
 
 Far off from seas and towns. 
 Yet when her own folk slumbered 
 
 I heard within her street 
 Murmur of men unnumbered 
 
 And march of myriad feet 
 
 For all she lies so lonely, 
 
 Far off from towns and seas, 
 The village holds not only 
 
 The roofs beneath her trees : 
 While Life is sweet and tragic 
 
 And Death is veiled and dumb, 
 Hither, by singer's magic. 
 
 The pilgrim worid must come. 
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AMONG THE TOMBS 
 
 She is a lady fair and wise, 
 
 Her heart her counsel keeps, 
 And well she knows of time that flies 
 
 And tide that onward sweeps ; 
 But still she sits with restless eyes 
 
 Where Memory sleeps— 
 
 Where Memory sleeps. 
 
 Ye that have heard the whispering dead 
 
 In every wind that creeps, 
 Or felt the stir that strains the lead 
 
 Beneath the mounded heaps, 
 Tread softly, ah ! more softly tread 
 
 Where Memory sleeps^- 
 
 Where Memory sleep& 
 
 St 
 
A SOWER 
 
 With sanguine looks 
 And rolling walk 
 
 Among the rooks 
 He loved to stalk, 
 
 « While on the land 
 
 With gusty laugh 
 From a full hand 
 He scattered chaff. 
 
 Now that within 
 His spirit sleeps 
 
 A harvest thin 
 The sickle reaps ; 
 
 But the dumb fields 
 
 Desire his tread, 
 
 And no earth yields 
 
 A wheat more red. 
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THE BEST SCHOOL OF ALL 
 
 It's good to see the School we knew. 
 
 The land of youth and dream, 
 To greet again the rule we knew 
 
 Before we took the stream : 
 Though lonf: we've missed the sight of her, 
 
 Our hearts may not forget ; 
 We've lost the old delight of her, 
 
 We keep her honour yet 
 
 Will honour yet the School we knew, 
 
 The best School of all: 
 We*U honour yet the rule we knew, 
 
 Till the last bell caU. 
 
 For, working days or holidays^ 
 
 And glad or melancholy days. 
 
 They were great days and Jolly days 
 
 At the best School of all. 
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 63 THE BEST SCHOOL OF ALL 
 
 The sUri and sounding vanltiei 
 
 That half the crowd bewitch, 
 What are they but inanities 
 
 To him that treads the pitch ? 
 And Where's the wealth, I'm wondering, 
 
 Could buy the cheers that roll 
 When the last charge goes thundering 
 
 Beneath the twilight goal ? 
 
 The men that tanned the hide of us, 
 
 Our daily foes and friends. 
 They shall not lose their pride of us 
 
 Howe'er the journey ends. 
 Their voice, to us who sing of it, 
 
 No more its mcssi^c bears, 
 But the round worid shall ring of it 
 
 And all we are be theirs. 
 
 To speak of Fame a venture is. 
 
 There's little here can bide, 
 But we may face the centuries. 
 
 And dare the deepening tide : 
 
THE BEST SCHOOL OF ALL 63 
 
 For though the dust that's part of us 
 
 To dust again be gone, 
 Yet here shall beat the heart of us— 
 
 The School we handed on 1 
 
 IVi'// honour yet tht School wt kntw^ 
 
 The best School of all : 
 WV// honour yet the rule we knew^ 
 
 Till the last bell call. 
 For^ working days or holidays^ 
 And glad or melancholy days^ 
 They were great days and jolly days 
 
 At the best School of all. 
 
 

 I ! 
 
 I 
 
 THE BRIORT "MEDUSA** 
 
 1807 
 
 She's the daughter of the breeze, 
 She's the darling of the seas, 
 
 And we call her, if you please, the 
 bright Medu — sa ; 
 From* beneath her bosom bare 
 To the snakes among her hair 
 
 She's a flash o' golden light, the 
 bright Medu — sa. 
 
 When the ensign dips above 
 And the guns are all for love, 
 
 She's as gentle as a dove, the bright 
 Medu — sa ; 
 But when the shot's in rack 
 And her forestay flies the Jack, 
 
 He's a merry man would slight the 
 bright Medu — sa. 
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THE BRIGHT "MEDUSA" 65 
 
 When she got the word to go 
 Up to Monte Video, 
 
 There she found the river low, the 
 bright Medu — sa ; 
 So she tumbled out her guns 
 And a hundred of her sons. 
 
 And she taught the Dons to fight 
 the bright Aledu — sa. 
 
 When the foeman can be found 
 With the pluck to cross her ground, 
 First she walks him round and round, 
 the bright Medu — sa ; 
 Then she rakes him fore and aft 
 Till he's just a jolly raft, 
 
 And she g^bs him like a kite, the 
 bright Medu — sa. 
 
 She's the daughter of the breeze, 
 She's the darling of the seas. 
 
 And you'll call her, if you please, the 
 bright Medu — sa \ 
 
66 THE BRIGHT "MEDUSA" 
 
 For till England's sun be set — 
 And its not for setting yet — 
 
 She shall bear her name by right, 
 the bright Medu — sa. 
 
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 \ 
 
NORTHUMBERLAND 
 
 "The Old and Bold." 
 
 When England sets her banner forth 
 
 And bids her armour shine, 
 She'll not forget the famous North, 
 
 The lads of moor and Tyne ; 
 And when the loving-cup's in hand 
 
 And Honour leads the cry, 
 They know not old Northumberland 
 
 Who'll pass her memory by. 
 
 When Nelson sailed for Trafalgar 
 With all his country's best. 
 
 He held them dear as brothers are. 
 But one beyond the rest 
 
 For when the fleet with heroes manned 
 To clear the decks began. 
 
 The boast of old Northumberland 
 
 He sent to lead the van. 
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68 NORTHUMBERLAND 
 
 Himself by Victory s bulwark stood 
 
 And cheered to see the sight ; 
 " That noble fellow Colling^wood, 
 
 How bold he goes to fight I " 
 Love, that the league of Ocean spanned, 
 
 Heard him as face to face ; 
 " What would he give, Northumberland, 
 
 To share our pride of place ? " 
 
 The flag that goes the world around 
 
 And flaps on every breeze 
 Has never gladdened fairer ground 
 
 Or kinder hearts than these. 
 So when the loving-cup's in hand 
 
 And Honour leads the cry, 
 They know not old Northumberland 
 
 Who'll pass her memory by. 
 
 'I 
 ii it 
 
 
MASTER AND MAN 
 
 Do ye ken hoo to fush for the salmon ? 
 
 If yc'U listen I'll tell ye. 
 Dinna trust to the books and their 
 gammon, 
 
 They're but tryin' to sell ye 
 Leave professors to read their ain cackle 
 
 And fush their ain style ; 
 Come awa', sir, we'll oot wi' oor tackle 
 
 And be busy the while. 
 
 Tis a wee bit owcr bright, ye were 
 thinkin'? 
 Aw, ye'U no be the loser ; 
 'Tis better ten baskin* and blinkin* 
 Than ane that's a cruiser. 
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 70 MASTER AND MAN 
 
 If ye're bent, as I tak it, on slatter, 
 Ye should pray for the droot, 
 
 For the salmon's her ain when there's 
 watter. 
 But she's oors when it's oot 
 
 Ye may just put your flee-book behind 
 
 ye. 
 
 Ane hook wull be plenty ; 
 If they'll no come for this, my man, 
 mind ye, 
 
 They'll no come for twenty. 
 Ay, a rod ; but the shorter the stranger 
 
 And the nearer to strike ; 
 For myself I prefare it nae langer 
 
 Than a yard or the like. 
 
 Noo, ye'll stand awa' back while I'n 
 creepin' 
 
 Wi' my snoot i' the gowans ; 
 There's a bonny twalve-poonder a-sleepin' 
 
 r the shade o' yon rowans. 
 
MASTER AND MAN 71 
 
 Man, man I I was fearin' I'd stirred her 
 
 But I've got her the noo i 
 Hoot ! fushin's as easy as murrder 
 
 When ye ken what to do. 
 
 Na, na, sir, I doot na ye're willin', 
 
 But I canna permit ye ; 
 For I'm thinkin' that yon kind o' killin' 
 
 Wad hardly befit ye. 
 And some work is deefficult hushin', 
 
 There'd be havers and chaff : 
 Twull be best, sir, for you to be fushin' 
 
 And me wi' the gaff.