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Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Abel is Cain's brother and breasts they have sucked the same.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
I say that we are wound
With mercy round and round
As if with air.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
That night, that year
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Hope had grown grey hairs,
Hope had mourning on,
Trenched with tears, carved with cares,
Hope was twelve hours gone.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
The best ideal is the true
And other truth is none.
All glory be ascribed to
The holy Three in One.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
My own heart let me have more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hoürs we have spent
This night!
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Elected Silence, sing to me
And beat upon my whorlèd ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)