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HELEN REDEEMED
AND OTHER POEMS
BY
MAURICE HEWLETT
Δῶρον Ἔρως Ἀΐδῃ
MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED
ST. MARTIN'S STREET, LONDON
1913
Transcriber's Note:
Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note. Archaic spellings have been retained. All Greek words have mouse-hover transliterations, Δῶρον, and appear as originally printed.
Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note. Archaic spellings have been retained. All Greek words have mouse-hover transliterations, Δῶρον, and appear as originally printed.
DEDICATION
Love owes tribute unto Death,
Being but a flower of breath,
Ev'n as thy fair body is
Moment's figure of the bliss
Dwelling in the mind of God
When He called thee from the sod,
Like a crocus up to start,
Gray-eyed with a golden heart,
Out of earth, and point our sight
To thy eternal home of light.
Being but a flower of breath,
Ev'n as thy fair body is
Moment's figure of the bliss
Dwelling in the mind of God
When He called thee from the sod,
Like a crocus up to start,
Gray-eyed with a golden heart,
Out of earth, and point our sight
To thy eternal home of light.
Here on earth is all we know:
To let our love as steadfast blow,
Open-hearted to the sun,
Folded down when our day's done,
As thy flower that bids it be
Flower of thy charity.
'Tis not ours to boast or pray
Breath from us shall outlive clay;
'Tis not thine, thou Pitiful,
Set me task beyond my rule.
To let our love as steadfast blow,
Open-hearted to the sun,
Folded down when our day's done,
As thy flower that bids it be
Flower of thy charity.
'Tis not ours to boast or pray
Breath from us shall outlive clay;
'Tis not thine, thou Pitiful,
Set me task beyond my rule.
Yet as young men carve on trees
Lovely names, and find in these
Solace in the after time,
So to have hid thee in my rhyme
Shall be comfort when I take
The lonely road. Then, for my sake,
Keep thou this my graven sigh,
And, that I may not all die,
Open it, and hear it tell,
Here was one who loved thee well.
Lovely names, and find in these
Solace in the after time,
So to have hid thee in my rhyme
Shall be comfort when I take
The lonely road. Then, for my sake,
Keep thou this my graven sigh,
And, that I may not all die,
Open it, and hear it tell,
Here was one who loved thee well.
October 6, 1912.
CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| Helen Redeemed | 1 |
| Hypsipyle | 123 |
| Oreithyia | 149 |
| Clytié | 155 |
| Lai of Gobertz | 159 |
| The Saints' Maying | 169 |
| The Argive Women | 173 |
| Gnatho | 187 |
| To the Gods of the Country | 193 |
| Fourteen Sonnets— | |
| Alma sdegnosa | 197 |
| The Winds' Possession | 198 |
| Aspetto reale | 199 |
| Kin Confessed | 200 |
| Quel giorno più | 201 |
| Absence | 202 |
| Presence | 203 |
| Dream Anguish | 204 |
| Hymnia-Beatrix | 206 |
| Lux e Tenebris | 207 |
| Duty | 208 |
| Wages | 209 |
| Eye-Service | 210 |
| Cloister Thoughts | 211 |
| The Chamber Idyll | |