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ool, to stand here cursing When I might be running! LEMURES In Nineveh And beyond Nineveh In the dusk They were afraid. In Thebes of Egypt In the dusk They chanted of them to the dead. In my Lesbos and Achaia Where the God dwelt We knew them. Now men say "They are not": But in the dusk Ere the white sun comes-- A gay child that bears a white candle-- I am afraid of their rustling, Of their terrible silence, The menace of their secrecy. H. D. H. D. THE POOL Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you--banded one? THE GARDEN I You are clear, O rose, cut in rock, hard as the descent of hail. I could scrape the colour from the petal, like spilt dye from a rock. If I could break you I could break a tree. If I could stir I could break a tree, I could break you. II O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it sideways. Fruit can not drop through this thick air: fruit can not fall into heat that presses up and blunts the points of pears and rounds the grapes. Cut the heat, plough through it, turning it on either side of your path. SEA LILY Reed, slashed and torn, but doubly rich-- such great heads as yours drift upon temple-steps, but you are shattered in the wind. Myrtle-bark is flecked from you, scales are dashed from your stem, sand cuts your petal, furrows it with hard edge, like flint on a bright stone. Yet though the whole wind slash at your bark, you are lifted up, aye--though it hiss to cover you with froth. SEA IRIS I Weed, moss-weed, root tangled in sand, sea-iris, brittle flower, one petal like a shell is broken, and you print a shadow like a thin twig. Fortunate one, scented and stinging, rigid myrrh-bud, camphor-flower, sweet and salt--you are wind in our nostrils. II Do the murex-fishers drench you as they pass? Do your roots drag up colour from the sand? Have they slipped gold under you; rivets of gold? Band of iris-flowers above the waves, You are painted blue, painted like a fresh prow stained among the salt weeds. SEA ROSE Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of p
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