MOTLEY:  1918

The little salamander
the linnet
the sunken garden
the RIDDLERS
moonlight
the blind boy
the Quarry
Mrs. Grundy
the tryst
alone
the empty house
mistress fell
the ghost
the stranger
betrayal
the cage
the revenant
music
the remonstrance
nocturne
the Exile
the unchanging
invocation
eyes
life
the disguise
vain questioning
Vigil
the old men
the dreamer
Motley
the marionettes
to E.T.:  1917
April moon
the FOOL’S song
clear eyes
dust to dust
the three strangers
Alexander
the reawakening
the vacant day
the Flight
for all the grief
the scribe
fare well

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POEMS:  1906

TO HENRY NEWBOLT

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LYRICAL POEMS

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THEY TOLD ME

They told me Pan was dead, but I
  Oft marvelled who it was that sang
Down the green valleys languidly
  Where the grey elder-thickets hang.

Sometimes I thought it was a bird
  My soul had charged with sorcery;
Sometimes it seemed my own heart heard
  Inland the sorrow of the sea.

But even where the primrose sets
  The seal of her pale loveliness,
I found amid the violets
  Tears of an antique bitterness.

SORCERY

“What voice is that I hear
  Crying across the pool?”
“It is the voice of Pan you hear,
Crying his sorceries shrill and clear,
  In the twilight dim and cool.”

 “What song is it he sings,
  Echoing from afar;
While the sweet swallow bends her wings,
Filling the air with twitterings,
  Beneath the brightening star?”