Oxford poetry, 1918

OXFORD POETRY 1918 New York Agents: LONGMANS, GREEN AND CO. Fourth Avenue and 30th Street
EDITED BY T. W. E., E. F. A. G., and D. L. S. OXFORD B. H. BLACKWELL, BROAD STREET 1918

ANON ( NON-COLL. )
YOU will not lure me with your charms Or win me back again Because you held me in your arms And I forgot my pain.
’Twas not for you my spirit yearned That night of fierce desire; The flame in which we met and burned Drew from an alien fire.
I shall not win my lady’s grace, Her eyes are still and cold; I may not find a resting-place Before my life grows old.
One thought alone rejoicing stirs And shall, when all is done— That in your arms my soul met hers And we became as one.
BASIL BLACKWELL ( MERTON )
WITH naked turf-plots three by six in symmetric precision spread You see, between its walls of red, the graveyard of the lunatics.
No cenotaph or obelisk holds memory in graven speech; Sole epitaph accorded each a number on a painted disk.
In nameless uniformity, with few to know and none to weep, While space allows, their freehold keep the men that God has made awry.