Poems 1912-1913

The Old Vicarage, Grantchester

Beauty and Beauty

Song

Mary and Gabriel

Unfortunate

The Busy Heart

Love

The Chilterns

Home

The Night Journey

The Way That Lovers Use

The Funeral of Youth: Threnody

 

Love

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate,
   Where that comes in that shall not go again;
Love sells the proud heart's citadel to Fate.
   They have known shame, who love unloved. Even then,
When two mouths, thirsty each for each, find slaking,
   And agony's forgot, and hushed the crying
Of credulous hearts, in heaven -- such are but taking
   Their own poor dreams within their arms, and lying
Each in his lonely night, each with a ghost.
   Some share that night. But they know love grows colder,
Grows false and dull, that was sweet lies at most.
   Astonishment is no more in hand or shoulder,
But darkens, and dies out from kiss to kiss.
All this is love; and all love is but this.

1913.