Arthur Upson Poems

Of old it went forth to Euchenor, pronounced of his sire --
Reluctant, impelled by the god's unescapable fire --
To choose for his doom or to perish at home of disease
Or be slain of his foes, among men, where Troy surges down to the seas.
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Out of the conquered Past
   Unravishable Beauty;
Hearts that are dew and dust
   Rebuking the dream of Death;
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Grow, grow, thou little tree,
His body at the roots of thee;
Since last year's loveliness in death
The living beauty nourisheth.
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In an old book at even as I read
   Fast fading words adown my shadowy page,
   I crossed a tale of how, in other age,
At Arqua, with his books around him, sped
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They bear no laurels on their sunless brows,
Nor aught within their pale hands as they go;
They look as men accustomed to the slow
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The white rose tree that spent its musk
For lovers' sweeter praise,
The stately walks we sought at dusk,
Have missed these many days.
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