Thomas Sturge Moore.
FLOWERS nodding gaily, scent in air,
Flowers posied, flowers for the hair,
flowers bold to stare
O pick me some!
Shells with lip, or tooth, or bleeding gum,
Tell-tale shells, and shells that whisper Come,
that stammer, blush, and yet are dumb
O let me hear.
Eyes so black they draw one trembling near,
Brown eyes, caverns flooded with a tear,
eyes, blue eyes so windy clear
O look at me!
Kisses sadly blown across the sea,
Darkling kisses, kisses fair and free,
neath a tree
O give me one!
Thus sang a king and queen in Babylon.
B. C. 276
PUT out to sea, if wine thou wouldest make
Such as is made in Cos: when open boat
safely launch, advice of pilots take;
And find the deepest bottom, most remote
From all encroachment of
the crumbling shore,
Where no fresh stream tempers the rich salt wave,
Forcing rash sweetness on sage
As youthful shepherds pour
Their first love forth to Battos gnarld and grave,
age to bless some fond design.
Not after storm! but when, for a long spell,
No white-maned horse has raced across the blue,
from the beach! lest troubled be the well
Less pure thy draught than from such depth were due.
close thy largest jars, prepared and clean!
Next weight each buoyant womb down through the flood,
down! when, with a cord the lid remove,
And it will fill unseen,
Swift as a heart Love smites sucks back
This bubbles, deeper born than sighs, shall prove.
If thy bowd shoulders ache, as thou dost haul
Those groan who climb with rich ore from
Labour untold round Ilion girt a wall;
A god toild that Achilles arms might shine;
Think of these
things and double knit thy will!
Then, should the sun be hot on thy return,
Cover thy jars with piles of bladder
Dripping, and fragrant still
From sea-wolds where it grows like bracken-fern:
A grapnel draggd will
soon supply thy need.
Home to a tun convey thy precious freight!
Wherein, for thirty days, it should abide,
yet not quite closed from the air, and wait
While, through dim stillness, slowly doth subside
The humour of a day,
Which has defeated youth and health and joy,
Down, through a dreamless sleep,
will settle thus,
Till riseth maiden gay,
Set free from all glooms pastor else a boy
Once more a school-
friend worthy Troilus.
Yet to such cool wood tank some dream might dip:
Vision of Aphrodite sunk to sleep,
some sailor let down from a ship,
Young, dead, and lovely, while across the deep
Through the calm night
his hoarse-voiced comrades chaunt
So far at sea, they cannot reach the land
To lay him perfect in the
warm brown earth.
Pray that such dreams there haunt!
While, through damp darkness, where thy tun
Cold salamanders sidle round its girth.
Gently draw off the clear and tomb it yet,
For other twenty days, in cedarn casks!
trance, surely, prophecy will set;
As, dedicated to light temple-tasks,
The young priest dreams the unknown
Through Ariadne, knelt disconsolate
In the seas marge, so welld back warmth which throbbd