The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: And in his heart the unspoken consciousness That though upon his grave no gentle fingers Shall set the crocus, yet in the old home There shall be aye a murmur of the sea, A fair remembrance and a tender pride. Not so for these the dawn of battle rose. So one by one the knights were panoplied. But now they enter in where never voice Of clamorous Babylon shall vex them more, To Syon the undivided, to the peace, The given peace earth neither makes nor mars, Beyond the angels, and the angels' Queen, Beyond the avenues of saints, where rests, Deep in the Beatifical Idea, The sum of peace, the Human Heart of God. Ah! whose is that red rose that only lies Unclaimed Five knots of snowdrops on the garden bank Beneath the hill?how satisfied they seem Against the barren hedge, wherein by this The pleasant saps and juices are astir To work the greening snowdrops do not see. I leaning from my window am in doubt If summer brings a flower so loveable, Of such a meditative restfulness As this, with all her roses and carnations. The morning hardly stirs their noiseless bells; Yet could I fancy that they whispered 'Home', For all things gentle all things beautiful I hold, my mother, for a part of thee. As watered grass beyond the glaring street, As drop of evening on a fighting field, As convent bells that chime for complin-tide Heard in the gas-light of the theatre, So unto me the image of a face, A certain face that all the angels know. Bright are the diadems of all pure loves, But none so bright as that whereon are set The mingled names of Father and of Mother. Dear are true friends, and sweet is gratitude For grateful deeds; but what the sum of all To that perennial love we hardly thank More than the sun for shining while 'tis day, Or at the dusk the cheerful candlelight...