CONTENTS

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[I][Marlborough][1]
[II][Barbury Camp][5]
[III][What you will][9]
[IV][Rooks][12]
[V][Rooks (II)][13]
[VI][Stones][16]
[VII][East Kennet Church at Evening][18]
[VIII][Autumn Dawn][21]
[IX][Return][25]
[X][Richard Jefferies][27]
[XI][J. B.][29]
[XII][The Other Wise Man][31]
[XIII][The Song of the Ungirt Runners][40]
[XIV][German Rain][42]
[XV][Whom therefore we ignorantly worship][43]
[XVI][To Poets][44]
[XVII][“A hundred thousand million mites we go”][46]
[XVIII][Deus loquitur][48]
[XIX][Two Songs from Ibsen’s Dramatic Poems][50]
[XX][“If I have suffered pain”][53]
[XXI][To Germany][56]
[XXII][“All the hills and vales along”][57]
[XXIII][Le Revenant][60]
[XXIV][Lost][64]
[XXV][Expectans expectavi][65]
[XXVI][Two Sonnets][67]
[XXVII][A Sonnet][69]
[XXVIII][“There is such change in all those fields”][70]
[XXIX][“I have not brought my Odyssey”][73]
[XXX][In Memoriam S.C.W., V.C.][79]
[XXXI][Behind the Lines][80]
[Earlier Poems:]
[XXXII][A Call to Action][87]
[XXXIII][Rain][91]
[XXXIV][A Tale of Two Careers][95]
[XXXV][Peace][100]
[XXXVI][The River][103]
[XXXVII][The Seekers][107]
[Illustrations in prose][111]

I
MARLBOROUGH

I

CROUCHED where the open upland billows down
Into the valley where the river flows,
She is as any other country town,
That little lives or marks or hears or knows.

And she can teach but little. She has not
The wonder and the surging and the roar
Of striving cities. Only things forgot
That once were beautiful, but now no more,

Has she to give us. Yet to one or two
She first brought knowledge, and it was for her
To open first our eyes, until we knew
How great, immeasurably great, we were.

I, who have walked along her downs in dreams,
And known her tenderness, and felt her might,
And sometimes by her meadows and her streams
Have drunk deep-storied secrets of delight,

Have had my moments there, when I have been
Unwittingly aware of something more.
Some beautiful aspect, that I had seen
With mute unspeculative eyes before;