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LAST POEMS - 1922 - I PUBLISH these poems, few though they are, because it is not likely that I shall ever be impelled to write tnuch more. I can no longer expect to be revisited by the continuous excitement under which in the early months of 189.5 I wrote the greater part of my other book, nor indeed could I well sustain it if it came and it is best that what I have written should be printed while I am here to see it through the press and control its spelling and punctuation. -4bout a quarter of this matter belongs to the April of the present pear, but most of it to dates between 1895 and 1910. September 1922 CONTENTS NO. FAGS I. Beyond the moor and mountain crest . . XI 11. As I gird on for fighting . 14 111. Her strong enchantments failing . 1.5 IV. Oh hard is the bed they have made him . . 16 V. The Queen she sent to look for me . G VI. I listed at home for a lancer . 19 VII. In valleys green and still . . 21 VIII. Soldier from the wars returning . 23 IX. The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers . 24 X. Could man be drunk for ever . . 26 XI. Yonder see the morning blink . 27 XII. The laws of God, the laws of man . . 28 XIII. What sound awakened me, I wonder . - 30 XIV. The night my father got me . 33 XV. He stood, and heard the steeple . 35 XVI. Star and corona1 and bell . - 36 7 17 CONTENTS NO. XVII. The Wain upon the northern steep . XVIII. The rain, it streams on stone and hillock XIX. In midnights of November XX. The night is freezing fast . XXI. The fairies break their dances . XXII. The sloe was lost in Aower . XXIII. In the morning, in the morning . XXIV. He is here, Uranias son . XXV. Tis mute, the word they went to hear XXVI. The half-moon westers low, my love XXVII. The sigh that heaves the grasses . XXVIII. Now dreary dawns the eastern light . XXIX. Wake not for the world-heard thunder XXX. I walked alone and thinking . XXXI. Onward led the road again . XXXII. When I would llluse in boyhood . XXXIII. When the eye of day is shut . XXXIV. The orchards half the way . XXXV. When first my way to fair I took . 8 NO. l4f.F NXSVI. West anrl away the vhecls oTdarkness roll . 70 XSXII. Tlicse, in the day whcn lieavcn was falling . 71 SSXVIII. Oh stny at liumc, Iny Iatl, ancl plough . . 72 SSSIS. When suninlcrs end is nighing . 73 XL. Tell me not here, it needs not saying . 75 SLI. When lads were home from labour . 77 I.lTell to the zaooda izo nore, The laurels all are cvct, The bowers are bare qf bay That once the Mt4se.s wore The year draws in the day And soon will evening shut The laurels all are eut, Well to the zooods no more. Oh 7elZ no more, no more 70 the leafy woods away, To the high -wild tuoods of lauel Ancl the bozuers of hay 120 more.