Stumbled against the open door, and swooned,Īnd would have fallen, but the hermit caughtĪnd laid him gently down then hurrying brought Straight went they in, but Bedivere being lame That bent gaunt branches in the winter’s breeze Īnd he drew rein, and leant, and struck the door:Īnd helped him to dismount with labour sore: Hard by a little hill, and sheltering trees Like ships, that the storm-tossed ocean batters and heaves,Īnd they fly before the gale, and the mariners fear. With a great wound gotten in that last frayĮre he stood by, and watched the King departĭown the long, silent reaches of the mere:Īnd all the earth was sad, and skies were drear,Īnd the wind cried, and chased the relict leaves Weary and travel-stained and sick at heart, Thither through moaning woods came Bedivere, Scattered and harried them with his ruthless flail. Which might have been far other, but that Mars Of rime that scarcely came to harvesting.Ĭomposite, methinks, of fragments that stark MarsĬomposite of memories and half-uttered dreams Loves scanty ruins, garlanded with years, Loves not so much Completion as the Will,Īnd less the austere saint than the fond sinner: “Let us tell Quiet Stories of Kind Eyes”.“Dark is the World our Fathers left us”.“O, sing me a Song of the Wild West Wind”.“The Burial of Sophocles,” which is here placed at the end, was begun before the war and continued at odd times and in various circumstances afterwards the final version was sent me from the trenches.īeyond these few facts no prelude and no envoi is needed other than those here printed as their author left them. Of these some were written in England (at Oxford in particular), some in Wales and very many during a year in France from November 1915 to December 1916, which was broken by one leave in the middle of May.
The poems of this book were written at very various times, one (“Wind over the Sea”) I believe even as early as 1910, but the order in which they are here given is not chronological beyond the fact that the third part contains only poems written after the outbreak of the war.
To His Mother Geoffrey Bache Smith Born October 18th, 1894Įntered Corpus Christi College, Oxford, as Exhibitioner October 1913ĭied of wounds at Warlencourt, France December 3rd, 1916īy Geoffrey Bache Smith Late Lieutenant in the Lancashire Fusiliers
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