Eleanor Farjeon

“ Not within you do I enter, you enter in me.
"All is expressed for you finally here in my heart.
Struggle no more to express me. My silences sing."
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DOUBLE BEAUTY
Love of the light compels the lark to sing
And brims his tiny body with a spark;
The nightingale draws music from a spring
Out of the bosom of the belovèd dark;
But on man's twofold nature God has breathed
The double soul of beauty like a spell,
And dark in light or light in darkness sheathed
His spirit still must sing the miracle. ”

“ Into the heart of freedom I will hurl myself with the free!
I will race on the sun-swept mountains, I will dive through the rock-hewn glen,
I will cleave between hills billowing green like the surge of the sea!
(Never shalt thou go riding! but live as man says man must,
Or if thou flee to the open thou shalt find thy spirit to fail,
And shrink as thou treadest the levels where the path has been beaten in dust
From the glory that thrills the heaven-high hills, and the dark of the vale.) ”

“ Where our bodiless souls are the clustering stars that whirl and revolve and leap
Round the orb of a nameless light in an endless stream.
Oh beauty! the colour of vision is yours and you spring from the seeds of dream. ”

“ Garlanded ignorance led forth to be glorious dead:
Also the elders within whose bosoms the torchlight of duty
Mellowed by Service and Time burned in aloofness sublime:
More than these things! the thing they aspired to, the ultimate Godhead,
Like a half-realised dream lifting to clasp the Supreme,
Crown and star of this Life-Stream endlessly singing and dancing
Till it attain the Most High, Knowledge and Wisdom was I! 20
Pheidias! ”

“ Where men a-gaze at the shrine finally know them divine.
Ay! though To-morrow become the Wind in the Tree of the Ages,
Dust of my body to spread wide with the dust of the dead,
In thy golden procession eternally singing and dancing,
Let what may be the rest, stand I for ever expressed. ”

“ Through this smoke with a clear flame burns,
And the world is man's for resistless brotherhood
Of hands grown warm and of shining brows,
And the world is woman's for mighty motherhood,
And life is lived in a common house. ”

“ Knowing there is one other, only ours,
For ever singing, and for ever unsung.
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DREAM-SONGS FOR THE BELOVÈD I.
They said it was a lone land, a land of many sorrows,
Grey weeping waters and a strip of golden sand,
Loss and desolation and the washing out of footsteps
That dare to treat the narrow golden peril of the sand.
They said it was a fire-land, a land of flaming passions,
The sun like a molten rose in burning sapphire skies,
And never sound nor stir save of hearts that beat their way there
Like southron birds whose wings seek the blue of burning skies. ”

“ I. The Hero in Man: by A. E., with introduction by Clifford Bax. Second edition (first edition, 1,000 copies, sold out in fourteen months) . Printed on Dutch hand-made paper. 6d. net.
II. Seafoam and Firelight: a book of Celtic poems, by Dermot O'Byrne, with cover-design by A. Bowmar-Porter. 1/2 net (boards) , 8d. net (paper) .
III. Twenty Chinese Poems, paraphrased by Clifford Bax, and accompanied by four Illustrations in Colour by Arthur Bowmar-Porter. 2/6 net. ”