PREFACE
The title of this book was chosen for this reason. Had the volume been called —— and Other Poems it might have given a false impression that its contents were entirely new. Had it been called Collected Poems the equally false impression might have been given that there was something of finality about it. The title selected seemed best to convey both the fact that it was a collection and that, under Providence, other (and, let us hope, superior) collections will follow it.
The book contains all that I do not wish to destroy of the contents of four volumes of verse. A number of small corrections have been made. There are added, also, a few recent poems not previously published. The earliest of the poems now reprinted is dated 1905, in which year I was twenty-one. Some of the subsequent years, such as 1914 and 1915, contributed nothing to this book: the greater number of the poems were written in 1911-1912 and 1916-1917.
Some of the poems were not written as I should now write them; and many of them reflect transient, though mostly recurrent, moods which I do not necessarily think worthy of esteem.
J. C. S.
March 1918.
CONTENTS
YEAR
[Dedication] [Preface]
1905 [In a Chair] [A Day]
1907 [The Roof]
1910 [Town] [Friendship's Garland]
1911 [A Chant] [The Three Hills] [At Night] [Lines] [Florian's Song]
1912 [Antinomies on a Railway Station] [Tree-Tops] [Artemis Altera] [Epilogue] [Dialogue] [Starlight] [Song] [Crepuscular] [For Music] [The Fugitive] [Echoes]
1913 [The Mind Of Man] [A Reasonable Protestation] [In the Park] [In the Orchard] [The Ship] [Ode: In a Restaurant] [Faith] [A Fresh Morning] [Interior]
1913-14 [On a Friend Recently Dead]
1916 [The March] [Prologue: In Darkness] [The Lily of Malud]
1917 [A House] [Behind the Lines] [Arab Song] [The Stronghold] [To a Bull-Dog] [The Lake] [Paradise Lost] [Acacia Tree] [August Moon] [Sonnet] [Song] [A Generation] [Under] [Rivers] [I Shall make Beauty...] [Envoi]
IN A CHAIR
The room is full of the peace of night,
The small flames murmur and flicker and sway,
Within me is neither shadow, nor light,
Nor night, nor twilight, nor dawn, nor day.