Poems by Lascelles Abercrombie
The Box
... it's war." A decree was issued round about, and all with a flourish and a shout ...
Emblems of Love
... Strange sundering, with the years of the world between us ...
From "Vashti"
... Out of tears Indeed, and blitheness, murder and lust and love, ...
Hymn to Love
... Thy fires of thought out-spoken: But burnd not through us thy imagining ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas
... Death from the silent dealing of Northern cold! -- O, but I would face all these Indian fears, ...
Song from Judith 3
... Of her eyes, and her own fair countenance ...
Song From Judith
... In whom some spirit of God so thrives&emsp ...
Ryton Firs
... And the high white clouds laught down his dusky ghost ...
The Streams Song
... On your broad shoulders ...
Margaret's Song
... Would now the tall swift mists could lay ...
Witchcraft: New Style
... The Woman: If you kept saying naught, No one would guess the fool you are ...
Epitaph
... I croucht ashamed, and still was seen and scorned: ...
