Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

Veneration of Images

Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat,
    Gather, clasp, welcome, bind,
Lack, or remember; whose warm pulses beat
    With love of thine own kind:—

Unlifted for a blessing on yon sea,
    Unshrined on this highway,
O flesh, O grief, thou too shalt have our knee,
    Thou rood of every day!

1. Free Will
2. Beyond Knowledge
3. To O——, of Her Dark Eyes
4. In Sleep
5. The Two Questions

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