Poem by Thomas Ernest Hulme

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Lighthearted I walk into the valley wood
In the time of hyacinths,
Till beauty like a scented cloth
cast over, stifled me. I was bound
motionless and faint of breath
By loveliness that is her own eunuch.
Now pass I to the final river
Ignominiously, in a sack, without sound
As any peeping Turk to the Bosphorus.

1. The Embankment
2. Mana Aboda
3. Autumn

Ella Wilcox Conversion ("When this world’s pleasures for my soul sufficed")

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