CONTENTS

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A STAVE OF ROVING TIM, 1

The wind is East, the wind is West,

JUMP-TO-GLORY JANE, 5

A revelation came on Jane,

THE RIDDLE FOR MEN, 14

This Riddle rede or die,

THE SAGE ENAMOURED AND THE HONEST LADY, 15

One fairest of the ripe unwedded left

‘LOVE IS WINGED FOR TWO,’ 30

‘ASK, IS LOVE DIVINE,’ 30

‘JOY IS FLEET,’ 31

THE LESSON OF GRIEF, 31

Not ere the bitter herb we taste,

WIND ON THE LYRE, 32

That was the chirp of Ariel

THE YOUTHFUL QUEST, 33

His Lady queen of woods to meet,

THE EMPTY PURSE, 34

Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,

TO THE COMIC SPIRIT, 56

Sword of Common Sense!—

YOUTH IN MEMORY, 68

Days, when the ball of our vision

PENETRATION AND TRUST, 75

Sleek as a lizard at round of a stone,

NIGHT OF FROST IN MAY, 76

With splendour of a silver day,

THE TEACHING OF THE NUDE, 79

A Satyr spied a Goddess in her bath,

BREATH OF THE BRIAR, 81

O briar-scents, on yon wet wing

EMPEDOCLES, 82

He leaped. With none to hinder,

ENGLAND BEFORE THE STORM, 83

The day that is the night of days,

TARDY SPRING, 85

Now the North wind ceases,

THE LABOURER, 87

For a Heracles in his fighting ire there is never the

glory that follows

FORESIGHT AND PATIENCE, 89

Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,

THE WARNING, 99

We have seen mighty men ballooning high,

OUTSIDE THE CROWD, 99

To sit on History in an easy chair,

TRAFALGAR DAY, 100

He leads: we hear our Seaman’s call

Odes in Contribution to the Song of French History

THE REVOLUTION, 105

Not yet had History’s Aetna smoked the skies,

NAPOLÉON, 116

Cannon his name,

FRANCE, 140

We look for her that sunlike stood

ALSACE-LORRAINE, 150

The sister Hours in circles linked,

THE CAGEING OF ARES, 170

How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed

THE NIGHT-WALK, 175

Awakes for me and leaps from shroud

AT THE CLOSE, 178

To Thee, dear God of Mercy, both appeal,

A GARDEN IDYL, 179

With sagest craft Arachne worked

A Reading of Life

THE VITAL CHOICE, 185

Or shall we run with Artemis

WITH THE HUNTRESS, 186

Through the water-eye of night,

WITH THE PERSUADER, 189

Who murmurs, hither, hither: who

THE TEST OF MANHOOD, 200

Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks,

THE HUELESS LOVE, 208

Unto that love must we through fire attain,

UNION IN DISSEVERANCE, 209

Sunset worn to its last vermilion he;

SONG IN THE SONGLESS, 210

They have no song, the sedges dry,

THE BURDEN OF STRENGTH, 210

If that thou hast the gift of strength, then know

THE MAIN REGRET, 211

Seen, too clear and historic within us, our sins of

omission

ALTERNATION, 211

Between the fountain and the rill

FOREST HISTORY, 212

Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.

Fragments of the Iliad in English Hexameter Verse

THE INVECTIVE OF ACHILLES, 221

‘Heigh me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how

can one,

‘Bibber besotted, with scowl of a cur, having heart of a

deer, thou!

MARSHALLING OF THE ACHAIANS, 225

Like as a terrible fire feeds fast on a forest enormous,

AGAMEMNON IN THE FIGHT, 227

These, then, he left, and away where ranks were now

clashing the thickest,

PARIS AND DIOMEDES, 228

So he, with a clear shout of laughter,

HYPNOS ON IDA, 230

They then to fountain-abundant Ida, mother of wild

beasts,

CLASH IN ARMS OF THE ACHAIANS AND TROJANS, 231

Not the sea-wave so bellows abroad when it bursts upon

shingle,

THE HORSES OF ACHILLES, 232

So now the horses of Aiakides, off wide of the

war-ground,

THE MARES OF THE CAMARGUE, 234

A hundred mares, all white! their manes

‘ATKINS’, 236

Yonder’s the man with his life in his hand,

THE VOYAGE OF THE ‘OPHIR’, 237

Men of our race, we send you one

THE CRISIS, 239

Spirit of Russia, now has come

OCTOBER 21, 1905, 241

The hundred years have passed, and he

THE CENTENARY OF GARIBALDI, 243

We who have seen Italia in the throes,

THE WILD ROSE, 245

High climbs June’s wild rose,

THE CALL, 247

Under what spell are we debased

ON COMO, 250

A rainless darkness drew o’er the lake

MILTON, 251

What splendour of imperial station man,

IRELAND, 253

Fire in her ashes Ireland feels

THE YEARS HAD WORN THEIR SEASONS’ BELT, 255

The years had worn their seasons’ belt,

FRAGMENTS, 257

Open horizons round,

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