Miscellany of Poetry / 1919

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Miscellany of Poetry

1919

edited by

W. Kean Seymour

With decorations by Doris Palmer,
Cecil Palmer and Hayward

To

Sir Arthur Quiller-couch

Title-Page

Table of Contents

  • Laurence Binyon
Song
Commercial
Numbers
The Children Dancing
  • F. V. Branford
Farewell to Mathematics
Return
Over the Dead
  • Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Elegy in a Country Churchyard
The Ballad of St. Barbara
  • Richard Church
Psyche goes forth to Life
  • William H. Davies
The Villain
Bird and Brook
Passion’s Hounds
The Truth
The Force of Love
April’s Lambs
  • Geoffrey Dearmer
Nous Autres
She to Him
  • John Drinkwater
Malediction
Spectral
  • Wilfred Wilson Gibson
In War-Time

  1. Troopship
  2. The Conscript
  3. Air-Raid
  4. In War-Time
  5. Ragtime
  6. Leave
  7. Bacchanal
  • Louis Golding
Shepherd Singing Ragtime
The Singer of High State
  • Gerald Gould
Freedoms (Eight Sonnets)
  • Laurence Housman
Summer Night
  • Richard le Gallienne
The Palaces of The Rose
  • Rose Macaulay
Peace, June 28th, 1919
  • Eugene Mason
Antony and Cleopatra
  • Theodore Maynard
Dirge
Desideravi
Laus Deo!
  • T. Sturge Moore
Aforetime
  • Thomas Moult
Down here the Hawthorn
Invocation
  • Robert Nichols
On Seeing a Portrait of Blake
  • Eden Philpotts
The Fall
Ghosties at the Wedding
  • Arthur K. Sabin
Four Lyrics
  • Margaret Sackville
The Return
To ——
  • William Kean Seymour
Fruitage
In the Wood
Siesta
To One who Eats Larks
If Beauty Came to You
  • Horace Shipp
Prison
The Sixth Day
  • Edith Sitwell
Eventail
The Lady with the Sewing Machine
Portrait of a Barmaid
Solo for Ear-Trumpet
  • Muriel Stuart
The Father
The Shore
Thélus Wood
The Thief of Beauty
  • W. R. Titterton
The High Wall
The Broken Sword
Night-Shapes
The Silent People
  • E. H. Visiak
Lamps and Lanterns
Stranded
  • Alec Waugh
Rubble
  • Charles Williams
Christmas
Briseis

Prefatory Note

This Miscellany of Poetry, 1919, is issued to the public as a truly catholic anthology of contemporary poetry. The poems here printed are new, in the sense that they have not previously been issued by their authors in book form — a fact which surely gives the Miscellany an unique place among modern collections. My deep thanks are due to my fellow-contributors for their generous and hearty co-operation, and to the editors of the English Review, To-day, Voices, New Witness, Observer, Saturday Westminster, Art and Letters, Cambridge Magazine and the Nation for permission to reprint certain poems.

W. K. S.

September, 1919

Contents


Laurence Binyon

Song

For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth,
There is no measure upon earth.
Nay, they wither, root and stem,
If an end be set to them.

Overbrim and overflow,
If your own heart you would know;
For the spirit born to bless
Lives but in its own excess.

Dancing figures silhouetted

Contents


Commercial

Gross, with protruding ears,
Sleek hair, brisk glance, fleshy and yet alert,
Red, full, and satisfied,
Cased in obtuseness confident not to be hurt,

He sits at a little table
In the crowded congenial glare and noise, jingling
Coin in his pocket; sips
His glass, with hard eye impudently singling

A woman here and there: —
Women and men, they are all priced in his thought,
All commodities staked
In the market, sooner or later sold and bought.

“Were I he,” you are thinking,
You with the dreamer’s forehead and pure eyes,
“What should I lose? — All,
All that is worthy the striving for, all my prize,

“All the truth of me, all
Life that is wonder, pity, and fear, requiring
Utter joy, utter pain,
From the heart that the infinite hurts with deep desiring

“Why is it I am not he?
Chance? The grace of God? The mystery’s plan?
He, too, is human stuff,
A kneading of the old, brotherly slime of man.

“Am I a lover of men,
And turn abhorring as from fat slug or snake?
Lives obstinate in me too
Something the power of angels could not unmake?”

O self-questioner! None
Unlocks your answer. Steadily look, nor flinch.
This belongs to your kind,
And knows its aim and fails not itself at a pinch.

It is here in the world and works,

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