Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

The Fugitive

"Nous avons chassé ce Jésus Christ." — FRENCH PUBLICIST.

Yes, from the ingrate heart, the street
Of garrulous tongue, the warm retreat
    Within the village and the town;
    Not from the lands where ripen brown
A thousand thousand hills of wheat;

Not from the long Burgundian line,
The Southward, sunward range of vine.
    Hunted, He never will escape
    The flesh, the blood, the sheaf, the grape,
That feed His man—the bread, the wine.

1. Beyond Knowledge
2. To Any Poet
3. The Two Poets
4. A Poet's Wife
5. A Thrush before Dawn

Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) The Fugitive ("Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man")

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