That light your battle-line, belong
To music’s heart no less than these,
I bring you my campaigns of song.
CONTENTS
| Page | |
| DEDICATION | [5] |
| A MAN’S DAUGHTER | |
| There is an old woman who looks each night | [9] |
| VENUS IN ARDEN | |
| Now Love, her mantle thrown, | [11] |
| COTSWOLD LOVE | |
| Blue skies are over Cotswold | [12] |
| THE MIDLANDS | |
| Black in the summer night my Cotswold hill | [13] |
| MAY GARDEN | |
| A shower of green gems on my apple tree | [15] |
| PLOUGH | |
| The snows are come in early state, | [16] |
| POLITICS | |
| You say a thousand things, | [17] |
| BIRMINGHAM—1916 | |
| Once Athens worked and went to see the play, | [19] |
| INSCRIPTION FOR A WAR MEMORIAL FOUNTAIN | |
| They nothing feared whose names I celebrate. | [20] |
| TREASON | |
| What time I write my roundelays, | [21] |
| MY ESTATE | |
| I have four loves, four loves are mine, | [22] |
| WITH DAFFODILS | |
| I send you daffodils, my dear, | [23] |
| FOR A GUEST ROOM | |
| All words are said, | [24] |
| ON READING THE MS. OF DOROTHY WORDSWORTH’S JOURNALS | |
| To-day I read the poet’s sister’s book, | [25] |
| THE OLD WARRIOR | |
| Sorrow has come to me, | [26] |
| THE GUEST | |
| Sometimes I feel that death is very near, | [27] |
| REVERIE | |
| Here in the unfrequented noon, | [28] |
| PENANCES | |
| These are my happy penances. To make | [36] |
| COLOPHON | [37] |
A MAN’S DAUGHTER
There is an old woman who looks each night
Out of the wood.
She has one tooth, that isn’t too white.
She isn’t too good.