Low among the alders lie their derelict foundations, The beams wherein they trusted and the plinths whereon they built My rulers and their treasure and their unborn populations, Dead, destroyed, aborted, and defiled with mud and silt! The Daughters of the Palace whom they cherished in my Cities, My silver-tongued Princesses, and the promise of their MayTheir bridegrooms of the June-tide—all have perished in my Cities, With the harsh envenomed virgins that can neither love nor play. I was Lord of Cities-I will build anew my Cities, Nor will I rest from search till I have filled anew my Cities To the sound of trumpets shall their seed restore my Cities THE RETURN OF THE CHILDREN NEITHER the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races Holding hands forlornly the Children wandered beneath the Dome, Plucking the splendid robes of the passers by, and with pitiful faces Begging what Princes and Powers refused:-"Ah, please will you let us go home?" Over the jewelled floor, nigh weeping, ran to them Mary the Mother, Kneeled and caressed and made promise with kisses, and drew them along to the gateway Yea, the all-iron unbribeable Door which Peter must guard and none other. Straightway She took the Keys from his keeping, and opened and freed them straightway. Then, to Her Son, Who had seen and smiled, She said: "On the night that I bore Thee, What didst Thou care for a love beyond mine or a heaven that was not my arm? Didst Thou push from the nipple, O Child, to hear the angels adore Thee? When we two lay in the breath of the kine?" And He said:"Thou hast done no harm.” So through the Void the Children ran homeward merrily hand in hand, Looking neither to left nor right where the breathless Heav ens stood still. And the Guards of the Void resheathed their swords, for they heard the Command: "Shall I that have suffered the Children to come to Me hold them against their will?" MERROW DOWN I THERE runs a road by Merrow Down— An hour out of Guildford town, Here, when they heard the horse-bells ring, Yes, here, or hereabouts, they met To hold their racial talks and suchTo barter beads for Whitby jet, And tin for gay shell torques and such. But long and long before that time. (When bison used to roam on it) Did Taffy and her Daddy climb That Down, and had their home on it. Then beavers built in Broadstonebrook The Wey, that Taffy called Wagai, II Of all the Tribe of Tegumai Who cut that figure, none remain,On Merrow Down the cuckoos cryThe silence and the sun remain. But as the faithful years return Her brows are bound with bracken-fronds In mocassins and deer-skin cloak, For far-oh, very far behind, The daughter that was all to him! OLD MOTHER LAIDINWOOL OLD Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been dead. She heard the hops was doing well, an' so popped up her head, For said she: "The lads I've picked with when I was young and fair, They're bound to be at hopping and I'm bound to meet 'em there!" Let me up and go Back to the work I know, Lord! Back to the work I know, Lord! For it's dark where I lie down, My Lord! An' it's dark where I lie down! Old Mother Laidinwool, she give her bones a shake, make. She met the Parson walking, but she says to him, says she:— "Oh don't let no one trouble for a poor old ghost like me!" 'Twas all a warm September an' the hops had flourished grand, She saw the folks get into 'em with stockin's on their hands; An' none of 'em was foreigners but all which she had known, And old Mother Laidinwool she blessed 'em every one. She saw her daughters picking an' their childern them-beside, An' she moved among the babies an' she stilled 'em when they cried. She saw their clothes was bought, not begged, an' they was clean an' fat, An' Old Mother Laidinwool she thanked the Lord for that. Old Mother Laidinwool she waited on all day Old Mother Laidinwool she give her bones a shake, An' trotted back to churchyard-mould as fast as she could make. She went where she was bidden to an' there laid down her ghost, An' the Lord have mercy on you in the Day you need it most! Let me in again, Out of the wet an' rain, Lord! Out of the wet an' rain, Lord! For it's best as You shall say, My Lord! An' it's best as You shall say! |