Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)

The Old Dial of Corpus

Warden of hours and ages, here I dwell,
Who saw young Keble pass, with sighing shook
For good unborn; and, towards a willow nook,
Pole, princely in the senate and the cell;
And doubting the near boom of Osney bell,
Turning on me that sweetly subtile look,
Erasmus, in his breast an Attic book:
Peacemakers all, their dreams to ashes fell.
Naught steadfast may I image nor attain
Save steadfast labour; futile must I grope
After my god, like him, inconstant bright.
But sun and shade must unto you remain
Alternately a symbol and a hope,
Men, spirits! of Emmanuel your Light.

1. The Vigil-at-Arms
2. Strikers in Hyde Park
3. For Izaak Walton
4. When on the Marge of Evening
5. The Japanese Anemone

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