SABLE AND 
 PURPLE 
 
 WILLIAM WATSON
 
 UBRART 
 
 UNIVERSITY OF CAUFORMA 
 RIVERSOC

 
 SABLE 
 
 AND PURPLE
 
 SABLE 
 
 AND PURPLE 
 
 WITH OTHER POEMS 
 
 BY 
 
 f'A WILLIAM WATSON 
 
 LONDON 
 
 EVELEIGH NASH 
 
 1910
 
 
 c.
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 Sable and Purple 
 
 Page 
 
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 King Alfred 
 
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 In the Midst of the Seas 
 
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 The Threatened Towers 
 
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 SABLE AND PURPLE 
 
 MAY 1910 
 
 I sing not Death. Death is too great a thing 
 For me to dare to sing. 
 I chant the human goodness, human worth, 
 "Which are not lost, but sweeten still the Earth ; 
 The things that flee not with the upyielded 
 
 breath, 
 But, housed in sanctuary of simple hearts, 
 
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 Live undethroned when Death 
 Comes to the chamber of a mighty King, 
 And sheds abroad the silence of his wing, 
 Then shakes his raven plumage, and departs. 
 
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 II 
 
 Honour the happy dead with sober praise, 
 "Who living would have scorned the fulsome 
 
 phrase, 
 Meet for the languorous Orient's jewelled ear. 
 This was the English King, that loved the English 
 
 ways : 
 A man not too remote, or too august, 
 For other mortal children of the dust 
 To know and to draw near. 
 Born with a nature that demanded joy, 
 He took full draughts of life, nor did the vintage 
 
 cloy ;
 
 SABLE AND PURPLE 
 But when she passed from vision, who so long 
 Had sat aloft — alone — 
 On the steep heights of an Imperial throne, 
 Then rose he large and strong, 
 Then spake his voice with new and grander tone, 
 Then, called to rule the State 
 "Which he had only served, 
 He saw clear Duty plain, nor from that highway 
 
 swerved, 
 And, unappalled by his majestic fate, 
 Pretended not to greatness, yet was great. 
 
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 Ill 
 
 Sea-lover, and sea-rover, throned henceforth 
 
 Amid the paths and passes of the sea ; 
 
 You that have sailed, out of our stormy North, 
 
 And have not sailed in vain, 
 
 To all the golden shores where now You reign, 
 
 Through every ocean gate whereof You keep the 
 
 key : 
 O may your power and your dominion stand 
 Fixt on what things soever make Life fair, 
 And on what things soever make men free, 
 In duteous love of ordered liberty : 
 
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 So shall your praise be blown from strand to 
 
 strand. 
 Your Father lies among the Kings his kin, 
 Pillowed on yonder couch of silence, where 
 No wandering echo of the world's loud blare 
 Profanes the awesome air. 
 The age that bore us is entombed there ! 
 "With You the younger time is eager to begin. 
 Let nations see, beneath your prospering hand, 
 An Empire mighty in arms, its fleets and 
 
 hosts 
 Keeping far vigil round your hundred coasts — 
 An Empire mighty in arms, but therewithal 
 Nourished in mind, with noble thoughts made 
 
 rich, 
 
 And panoplied in knowledge, lacking which 
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 The proudest fortress is but feebly manned 
 And ever trembles to its thunderous fall. 
 And now to You — to Her who at your side 
 Henceforward shall divide 
 The all but dreadful glory of a crown — 
 Be honour and felicity and renown ! 
 And may the inscrutable years, 
 That claim from every man their toll of tears, 
 Weave for your brows a wreath that shall not 
 
 fade — 
 A chaplet and a crown divinely made 
 Out of your people's love, your people's trust ; 
 For wanting these all else were but as dust 
 In that great balance wherein Kings are weighed. 
 
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 KING ALFRED
 
 KING ALFRED 
 
 Alfred the Great, in his Palace at Winchester, 
 
 dra<wing near to his last day)s, talks <with 
 
 Asser the Welshman, 
 
 ALFRED 
 
 Asser, good bishop and well-proven friend, 
 
 Thou find'st me changed and stricken low by mine 
 
 Infirmities ; not much of warrior left ; 
 
 Here feebly sitting, pierced with many nails 
 
 Of pain. And in my flesh there is a voice 
 
 That telleth me my days henceforth are few. 
 
 ASSER 
 Thou art not old. 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 ALFRED 
 
 No son of Ethelwulf 
 Grows old. Nor have I held it to be aught 
 A King should murmur at, if life burn down 
 Untimely, whether amid toilful peace 
 Or shaken with the blast and peal of war. 
 But to go hence, unsure if what I wrought 
 And moulded be more lasting than the abode 
 Yon swallow builds, out of a little clay. 
 And lines with feathers ! 
 
 ASSER 
 
 King, thou hast set good trees 
 In a good soil, where now with fruit they bless 
 Thy planting 
 
 ALFRED 
 
 And anon there shall return 
 The Northern storm that I have stayed awhile, 
 And shatter my young woods, ev'n as the old. 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 ASSER 
 
 Think not so ill of ages yet to be ! 
 
 The wicked may again wax proud, but men's 
 
 Devices stand not, against God's resolves ; 
 
 And that which He hath helped the just to build. 
 
 Surely He will not help the unjust to raze. 
 
 Leave now to Him the Shall-be : the Hath-been, 
 
 Behold it comely to look back upon — 
 
 A tale of enemies mightily withstood, 
 
 And dangers greatly wrestled with and thrown ; 
 
 A tale told at the hearth on winter eves, 
 
 And dear to earl and churl and thane and thrall 
 
 For ever, 
 
 ALFRED 
 Friend, I thank thee for thy word. 
 It may be that my thoughts are not more hale 
 Than this worn body. And most unmeet it were, 
 If I, that have from God riches and power. 
 Gave not at last, unto my Over-King, 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 Aught but a joyless heart. Nay, go not yet. 
 
 Here sit thou, where this window looketh out 
 
 Upon the quiet world in which I end, 
 
 Who lacked not stir of camps and din of arms. 
 
 Yonder my city twinkles in the sun. 
 
 Beneath the down : ev'n she whom those dim 
 
 minds 
 In shining mail, the heathen Kings, did lay 
 In ashes, — there she riseth, and the light 
 Gildeth her towers. And here we have sat — how 
 
 oft!— 
 And talked of happy or of woful things 
 That have befall'n my people. 
 
 ASSER 
 
 But to-day, 
 
 Shall we not rather count the woful things 
 
 As tares and darnel sown among the wheat, — 
 
 Nay, as the ills that being outlived are good, — 
 
 And talk henceforth of happy things alone ? 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 Such as that famous pleasantry of thine, 
 When Hasting with his ships lay in the Lea, 
 And thou did'st lure the stream out of his course- 
 
 ALFRED 
 Out of his ancient bed ! 
 
 ASSER 
 
 His well-loved bed ! 
 
 ALFRED 
 And brought him throtigh strange byways to the 
 Thames 
 
 ASSER 
 And left the Northman's navy high and dry. 
 
 ALFRED 
 
 Yea, bishop, 'twas a goodly jest. But Thought 
 Needeth no spur to bid him carry me 
 Far unto rearward of the time whereof 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 Thou speakest ; and when sleep is rife with dreams, 
 
 Oft in old warfare am I tossed anew. 
 
 Then shapes come wandering from my battlefields, 
 
 And ruthless Kings sail out of Heathendom, 
 
 Whose keels were the swift ploughshares of the sea, 
 
 Who tilled not earth, save with the harrow of war. 
 
 Again the Dane meets me in truce, again 
 
 Swears on his arms, and on the holy ring 
 
 Makes covenant, pledging him to go in peace 
 
 From out my realm that he so sore had bruised, 
 
 And I again am fooled and he forsworn. 
 
 And now I lurk in thickets, fade from sight 
 
 In the rank steaming marsh, am lost to men 
 
 Amid the tusks and antlers of the brake, 
 
 A hunted hunter, nameless, on the isle 
 
 Of hiding ; and there cometh thither,— borne, 
 
 It well might seem, on some lone heron's wing, — 
 
 Word of the gladsome slaying of Ubba, amidst 
 
 His hungry sea-wolves, nigh the hungry sea 
 
 That clangs on northern Devon ; and there falls 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 Into our hands that thing of sorcery, made 
 In likeness of their fabled Odin's bird, 
 The Raven "War-flag, woven to the sound 
 Of old enchantments in one Christless noon 
 By the three daughters bom to Lodbrok, him 
 Of thrice dread name and doom, whom snakes 
 
 devoured. 
 Yea, and at times, swept in a hurtling dream. 
 Again I smite the host at Ethandune, 
 And drive them flying before me to their hold. 
 With crash of battle-axe through scalp and skull, 
 And hewing of great limbs as boughs lopped off 
 When thunder hurls him on the cringing weald. 
 
 ASSER 
 Too much the memory stirs thy frame. 
 
 ALFRED 
 
 And yet 
 
 The Northman's joy in battle for battle's sake 
 
 Was never mine ! Nor was I of that stuff 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 The tamers and subduers of the earth 
 
 Are made of. I had turned with a sick soul 
 
 From their red havoc ; from things and deeds 
 
 whereat 
 Warriors like Alexander when he trode 
 On Persia, boasting him begotten of Jove, — 
 Or Genseric — or the great Hamilcar's sons— 
 Or Shalmaneser and Sargon in their pride, — 
 Would with a smile have gazed : the sack of towns ; 
 The spear thrust through the tender breast of babes ; 
 And deeds I name not, but which they that sailed 
 Against me — as the gleeman singeth it, 
 Over the gannet's bath and whale's domain — 
 Held lighter than the moulted feather a gull 
 Gives to the wind, and as the things of nought 
 That in their sum were glory and [conqueror's fame. 
 I ever looked beyond the sword-mown field 
 To other harvest. For in this my realm. 
 Which I but hold in fief and vassalage 
 From One more mighty, of more ancient throne, 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 A King's most King-like, most King-worthy toil 
 
 Begins, not ends, when he hath builded him 
 
 A bulwark 'gainst his foes. Then comes the task 
 
 Of rearing for his people such a house 
 
 That they within, for fiery love of it, 
 
 Shall leap as a lion if enemy threat their door. 
 
 And being athirst to see this realm of mine, 
 
 This house and mansion that my hands have reared, 
 
 Full of fair things, I sent to richer lands 
 
 For what mine own was poor in, bearing thence 
 
 Much honourable booty, and chief of all, 
 
 Their wisdom, as set forth in script and scroll ; 
 
 "With divers other noble spoils of peace. 
 
 For I did grieve to think how these rough coasts. 
 
 That all too often have let in the foe, 
 
 Should be so apt at keeping out the friend, 
 
 Him that hath gifts for us, right worthy v/ord 
 
 And highborn thought ; or skill to raise aloft 
 
 Minsters that usher into heaven the mind ; 
 
 Or music, of such sort that while it peals 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 In a man's breast, no baseness there can live. 
 
 And greatly had it pleased me to have seen 
 
 My people hotter in the love of song, 
 
 And of that sweetest craft of song-making ; 
 
 For they are come of them that dearly prized 
 
 The word of the skilled makers, those old chants 
 
 Our pagan fathers graved in runes, on what 
 
 They in their darkness held the sacred beech. 
 
 Perhaps another age shall more abound 
 
 In song-fruit, when perhaps another King 
 
 Shall have less lust of it than I. Howbeit, 
 
 I leave my people not unfed in mind, 
 
 Whom pinched I found, and lean ; and I bequeath 
 
 A land healed of her wounds : where pillage was. 
 
 Is tillage, and the fruit is sweet, the flower 
 
 Is fair. But pray thou that there come not back 
 
 The trampler of my orchard and my field, 
 
 To fill the wheel-tracks of his wain with blood. 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 ASSER 
 
 King, in my land, beyond the Severn sea, 
 
 They tell of one, a soothsayer, that lived. 
 
 As I conceive, betwixt that time when Rome 
 
 Called hence the legions, and the days when sat 
 
 Theodoric at Ravenna with his Goths ; 
 
 And of this sage, or wizard, whom they name 
 
 Merlin, 'tis written that he prophesied 
 
 Of thee — " The north <wind shatt aga.inst him rise. 
 
 And blight his flo'wers, the ivesi 'wind's fosterlings, " 
 
 The dark word was fulfilled : the north wind 
 
 came 
 And snatched away thy blooms. Now is he stayed ; 
 Now hast thou set a bound to the north wind. 
 Comfort thee, then, and be of a glad heart. 
 For He is on thy side who was of old 
 On Hezekiah's, when Sennacherib's host 
 With thunder of chariots was come up against 
 Judah, and by the mouth of Amoz' son 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 The Lord spake, saying, " I will put My hook 
 
 In his nostrils, and My bridle in his lips, 
 
 And I will turn him back by the way he came." 
 
 [A minsiret is heard singing^ 
 
 Forth unto warfare 
 Rode they and strode they. 
 Lordly and low-born, 
 Etheling and hind. 
 
 There, by the oakwood. 
 Hewed they the heathen, 
 The north wind's brood, whose 
 Nest was the sea. 
 
 There, as a reed-bed 
 In west wind rustling. 
 Shivered the fear-swept 
 Hearts of the foe. 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 Now were their wounded 
 Weary and war-sad, 
 Kings with their kindred 
 From battle-stead borne. 
 
 Now were their spear-men 
 Taken and spared not : 
 Death-sickle reaped them : 
 Swift fell the swathes. 
 
 Lagged not the ravens, 
 Flying to flesh-fare : 
 Blithe came the war-kites, 
 Glad the grey wolves. 
 
 Drinkless and dry-lipped 
 Had earth been at dayspring 
 Slaughter-cup slaked her, 
 Long ere the eve. 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 ALFRED 
 
 There, Asser, sang the sword. Nor is it for me, 
 
 Who all my life have known no peace but such 
 
 As ever listens for the step of war, 
 
 To call that voice unholy. Hatred, too. 
 
 And rage, are paths God leads us by, to ends 
 
 We understand not, . . . But the day bums 
 
 low, 
 And the light fadeth upon turret and spire. 
 Bidest thou here to-morrow ? 
 
 ASSER 
 
 I depart 
 To Sherborne, thy fair town that climbs about 
 Its minster, where my pastoral staff now lacks 
 The shepherd. There thy brother Ethelbert 
 Awaiteth resurrection with the just. 
 
 ALFRED 
 
 There, also, lieth another of my house- 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 ASSER 
 Less worthy to have been of Egbert's seed. 
 
 ALFRED 
 
 His sins were great ; but let him rest in peace . . . 
 It may be we shall talk not here again, 
 
 ASSER 
 
 It may be. For the time is not far off — 
 "Wherefore should I dissemble at this hour ? — 
 When from the prison of the body thou 
 Shalt be delivered ; and shalt give to earth 
 That which from earth thou hadst ; and yield to 
 
 God 
 That which thou hadst indeed from God alone. 
 
 ALFRED 
 
 Friend, thou didst ever serve me faithfully : 
 So serve thou him that ruleth when I cease, 
 Edward my son, 
 
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 KING ALFRED 
 
 [A strange light suffuses the chamber, Alfred 
 sinks on his knees-^ 
 
 Behold, I see him great 
 And mighty, at his feet submitted thrones . . . 
 And after him another mightier yet . . . 
 And then, dim forms at strife , . . beyond them, 
 
 crown 
 And crozier warring . , . and deeds of hell . . . and 
 
 now 
 Glory and power new-stablished . . . and again 
 Blind welter, and the brood of dire misrule , . , 
 A groaning people, a sundering realm, . . , Ah, 
 
 Lord 
 Of Heaven ! in mercy show Thou me no more. 
 
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 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS
 
 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS 
 
 To my) Wife 
 
 Let them not dream that they have known the 
 
 ocean 
 Who have but seen him where his locks are spread 
 'Neath purple cliffs, on curving beaches golden ; 
 Who have but wandered where his spume is 
 
 shed 
 On those dear Isles where thou and I were bred, 
 Far Britain, and far lerne ; and who there, 
 Dallying about his porch, have but beholden 
 
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 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS 
 
 The fringes of his power, and skirts of his com- 
 motion, 
 
 And culled his voiceful shells, and plucked his 
 ravelled hair. 
 
 II 
 
 Beloved ! the life of one brief moon hath sped. 
 
 No more than one brief moon, since thou and I 
 
 To chilly England waved a warm good-bye. 
 
 On glooming tides the great ship rode. 
 
 The great ship with her great live load. 
 
 The famous galleons of old Spain, 
 
 The prows that were King Philip's pride. 
 
 Had seemed, against her mighty side, 
 
 Things of derision and disdain. 
 
 Out from Mersey's flashing mouth. 
 
 In a night of cloud and dolorous rain, 
 
 Darkly, darkly bore she south. 
 
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 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS 
 
 In a mom of rising wind and wave 
 She rounded the isle of Old Unrest, 
 And out into open Atlantic drave, 
 Till all the rage of all the wild south-west 
 Unmasked its thundering batteries 'gainst her 
 populous breast. 
 
 Ill 
 
 Many have sung of the terrors of Storm ; 
 
 I will make me a song of its beauty, its graces of hue 
 
 and form ; 
 A song of the loveliness gotten of Power, 
 Born of Rage in her blackest hour. 
 When never a wave repeats another, 
 But each is unlike his own twin brother. 
 Each is himself from base to crown. 
 Himself alone as he clambers up. 
 Himself alone as he crashes down ; — 
 
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 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS 
 
 When the whole sky drinks of the sea's mad cup, 
 
 And the ship is thrilled to her quivering core, 
 
 But amidst her pitching, amidst her rolling, 
 
 Amidst the clangour and boom and roar. 
 
 Is a Spirit of Beauty all-controlling ! 
 
 For here in the thick of the blinding weather 
 
 The great waves gather themselves together. 
 
 Shake out their creases, compose their folds. 
 
 As if each one knew that an eye beholds. 
 
 And look ! there rises a shape of wonder, 
 
 A moving menace, a mount of gloom, 
 
 But the moment ere he breaks asunder 
 
 His forehead flames into sudden bloom, 
 
 A burning rapture of nameless green. 
 
 That never on earth or in heaven was seen. 
 
 Never but where the midmost ocean 
 
 Greets and embraces the tempest in primal divine 
 
 emotion. 
 And down in a vale of the sea, between 
 Two roaring hills, is a wide smooth space, 
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 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS 
 
 Where the foam that blanches the ocean's face 
 Is woven in likeness of filmiest lace, 
 Delicate, intricate, fairy-fine, 
 "Wrought by the master of pure design, 
 Storm, the matchless artist, and lord of colour and 
 line. 
 
 IV 
 
 And what of the ship, the great brave vessel, 
 
 Buffeted, howled at, patient, dumb, 
 
 Built to withstand, and manned to wrestle, 
 
 Fashioned to strive and to overcome ? 
 
 She slackens her pace, her athlete speed, 
 
 Like a bird that checks his ardent pinion ; 
 
 She husbands her strength for the day of her need, 
 
 But she thrusts right on through her salt dominion ; 
 
 She staggers to port, she reels to starboard. 
 
 But weathers the storm and lives it down ; 
 
 And one chill morning beholds her harboured 
 
 Under the lee of the great chill town. 
 
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 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS 
 
 V 
 
 New York ! a city like a chessboard made, 
 
 Whereon the multitudinous pawns are swayed 
 
 Neither by Knight nor puissant Queen, 
 
 And bow not unto Castle or King, 
 
 Yet hither and thither are moved as though they 
 
 obeyed, 
 Half loath, some power half seen, 
 Some huge, voracious, hundred-headed thing. 
 Armed with a million tentacles, whereby 
 He hooks and holds his victims till they die. 
 There did we tarry, dearest ! But one day 
 There came on us a longing to go forth, 
 No matter whither, so 'twere far away ! 
 Then from the snarl and bite of the sharp North 
 To Florida's sweet orange-flaming shore. 
 Through forests and savannahs vast we sped. 
 And found a sea so fair and strange, we said — 
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 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS 
 
 " "We have but dreamed of splendour heretofore." 
 
 For all the sky-line was an emerald ring 
 
 Of such deep glow as baulks imagining ; 
 
 And all the tide within it, streak on streak, 
 
 Was one extravagant revel and freak 
 
 Of amber and amethyst, azure and smouldering 
 
 red, 
 With every hue that is the child of these 
 Dancing at noon on the fantastic seas. 
 
 VI 
 
 So for a little while we roamed 
 In a golden, gorgeous land o'erdomed 
 With throbbing and impassioned skies ; 
 A palmy land of dusky faces 
 Meek before the mastering races- 
 Ebony faces and ivory teeth, 
 And liquid, kindly, patient eyes, 
 
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 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS 
 
 With laughter lurking underneath. 
 
 Then we took ship and landed here 
 
 In old Havana. The old year, 
 
 Sinking fast, hath not yet died, 
 
 And here we have spent our Christmas- 
 tide, 
 
 And once in a while can just remember 
 
 It is not August, but December. 
 
 And here last night (Canst thou believe 
 
 That five days hence 'twill be New Year's 
 Eve?) 
 
 Here, in this Yule of flaming weather, 
 
 Hotter than solstice on English heather, 
 
 There broke from out the unfathomed sky 
 
 Lightning such as thou and I 
 
 Never beheld unsheathed in the fervour of 
 mid-July. 
 
 All night long, with many an elvish antic, 
 
 Violet fire lit up the dazzled land ; 
 
 All this morn the weight of all the Atlantic 
 
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 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS 
 
 Fell in thunder on the coral strand. 
 
 Come — for not yet subsides the mighty roar : 
 
 Come — the whole sea invites us to the shore. 
 
 VII 
 Ah, dear one ! can it be 
 That thou and I have eaten of that herb 
 Whereof 'tis writ that whosoever tastes 
 Can ne'er again his lust of wandering curb, 
 But day and night he hastes 
 From sea to land, and on from land to sea. 
 With vain desires that beckon and perturb 
 His heart unrestingly ? 
 
 Nay, we have roved just far enough to know 
 That we possess too little wealth to rove. 
 Being poor in lucre, though 
 Exceeding rich in love. 
 Yet travel hath taught us lessons we scarce had 
 
 learned in repose ; 
 
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 IN THE MIDST OF THE SEAS 
 
 Our friends have been proven our friends, and our 
 
 foes have been proven our foes. 
 And having seen and pondered much, some visions 
 
 we surrender, 
 And return a little weary, for a little taste of ease. 
 From tempest and from hurricane, and a land of 
 
 light and splendour. 
 And the odorous thrones of summer in the midst 
 
 of the seas. 
 
 Vedaio, 
 
 Havana, Cuba 
 December 1909 
 
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 THE THREATENED TOWERS
 
 THE THREATENED TOWERS 
 
 "We built them not of lath and mud, 
 
 We based them not on sand. 
 A bulwark 'gainst the fitful flood, 
 
 To-day their ramparts stand. 
 
 Think you we reared them long ago 
 
 For others to decree 
 Their far-resounding overthrow 
 
 Into the unknown sea ? 
 
 We shall not pull the fabric down 
 
 By rude command of those 
 Who hold as nought this realm's renown, 
 
 And vaunt themselves our foes. 
 
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 THE THREATENED TOWERS 
 
 Nay, if we did in truth desire 
 That what we built should fall, 
 
 Were theirs the voice to bid us fire 
 The roof, and mine the wall ? 
 
 Let the wild wave, that would submerge 
 
 All ancient things and great, 
 With hoarse and ineffectual surge 
 
 Break on the towers of State. 
 
 The ages, pondering at their toil. 
 
 Welded this stone and lime, 
 And no rash hands of haste shall foil 
 
 The slow, wise thoughts of Time. 
 
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