Index talk:Sonnets and poems, Masefield, 1916.djvu

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 * I Long, long ago, when all the glittering earth
 * II Night came again, but now I could not sleep
 * III Even after all these years there comes the dream
 * IV If I could come again to that dear place (as "Revelation" in Harper's Magazine, September 1915)
 * V Here in the self is all that man can know
 * VI Flesh, I have knocked at many a dusty door
 * VII But all has passed, the tune has died away
 * VIII These myriad days, these many thousand hours
 * IX There, on the darkened deathbed, dies the brain (as "The End" in Scribner's Magazine, October 1915)
 * X So in the empty sky the stars appear (as "The World's Beginning" in Scribner's Magazine, October 1915)
 * XI It may be so with us, that in the dark (as "Which?" in Scribner's Magazine, October 1915)
 * XII What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt
 * XIII If I could get within this changing I
 * XIV What is this atom which contains the whole
 * XV Ah, we are neither heaven nor earth, but men
 * XVI Roses are beauty, but I never see (as "Beauty That Was" in The Independent, 7 June 1915)
 * XVII Over the church's door they moved a stone
 * XVIII Out of the clouds come torrents, from the earth (as "The Unexplored, Unconquered" in Scribner's Magazine, August 1915)
 * XIX O little self, within whose smallness lies (as "The Central I" in Scribner's Magazine, August 1915)
 * XX I went into the fields, but you were there
 * XXI This is the living thing that cannot stir
 * XXII Here, where we stood together, we three men (first stanza from "The Island of Skyros")
 * XXIII I saw her like a shadow on the sky (second stanza from "The Island of Skyros")
 * XXIV Look at the grass, sucked by the seed from dust
 * XXV There is no God, as I was taught in youth
 * XXVI Wherever beauty has been quick in clay
 * XXVII Beauty, let be; I cannot see your face
 * XXVIII You are more beautiful than women are
 * XXIX Beauty retires; the blood out of the earth
 * XXX Not for the anguish suffered is the slur
 * XXXI Beauty was with me once, but now, grown old
 * XXXII So beauty comes, so with a failing hand
 * XXXIII You will remember me in days to come
 * XXXIV If Beauty be at all, if, beyond sense
 * XXXV O wretched man, that, for a little mile (as "The Will to Perfection" in War Poems from the Yale Review, 1918)
 * XXXVI Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland (as "The Wind-barren" in The Yale Review, October 1916)
 * XXXVII If all be governed by the moving stars
 * XXXVIII In emptiest furthest heaven where no stars are
 * XXXIX Perhaps in chasms of the wasted past
 * XL For, like an outcast from the city, I
 * XLI Death lies in wait for you, you wild thing in the wood
 * XLII They called that broken hedge The Haunted Gate
 * XLIII There was an evil in the nodding wood
 * XLIV Go, spend your penny, Beauty, when you will
 * XLV Though in life's streets the tempting shops have lured
 * XLVI When all these million cells that are my slaves
 * XLVII Let that which is to come be as it may