Gerald Gould Poems

BEYOND the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea,
And East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be;
It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-bye;
For the seas call, and the stars call, and oh! the call of the sky!
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I came to Oxford in the light
Of a spring-coloured afternoon;
Some clouds were grey and some were white,
And all were blown to such a tune
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I gathered with a careless hand,
There where the waters night and day
Are languid in the idle bay,
A little heap of golden sand;
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Those were our freedoms, and we come to this:
The climbing road that lures the climbing feet
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'Tis but a week since down the glen
The trampling horses came
--Half a hundred fighting men
With all their spears aflame!
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This is the horror that, night after night,
Sits grinning on my pillow -- that I meant
To mix the peace of being innocent
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