American poetry
I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him by his name, or looked at him So curiously, or so concernedly, As they had looked at ashes; but a few-- Say five or six of us--had found somehow The spark in him, and we had fanned i...
I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him by his name, or looked at him So curiously, or so concernedly, As they had looked...
2. Part 2“But let us not make riot for the child Untaught, nor let us hold that we may read The sun but through the shadows; nor, again, Be we forgetful ever that we keep The shadows on...
3. Part 3“The cross, I said.--I had a dream last night: A dream not like to any other dream That I remember. I was all alone, Sitting as I do now beneath a tree, But looking not, as I am...
4. Part 4“How, forsooth, Shall any man, by curses or by groans, Or by the laugh-jarred stillness of all hell, Be so drawn down to servitude again That on some backward level of lost laws...
5. Part 5So I proposed, without an overture, That we be seated in the shade a while, And Isaac made no murmur. Soon the talk Was turned on Archibald, and I began To feel some premonition...
6. Part 6Young George, however, did not yield himself To nourish the false hunger of a ghost That made no good return. He saw too much: The accumulated wisdom of his years Had so conclus...
7. Part 7But why to starve? And why stay there at all? Why not make one good leap and then be done Forever and at once with Argan’s ghost And all such outworn churchyard servitude? For i...
8. Part 8I knew it, and he knew it, I believe, But silence held us alien to the end; And I have now no magic to retrieve That year, to stop that hunger for a friend.