“ADVENTURERS ALL” SERIES
No. XXVII.
LONDON SONNETS{2}
Adventurers
All.
A SERIES OF YOUNG POETS
UNKNOWN
TO FAME.
Come my friends.... ’Tis not too late to seek a
newer world. It maybe that the gulfs will wash
us down.... It may be we shall touchthe happy isles.
Yet our purpose holds ... to sail beyond thesunset.
Ulysses
newer world. It maybe that the gulfs will wash
us down.... It may be we shall touchthe happy isles.
Yet our purpose holds ... to sail beyond thesunset.
Ulysses
LONDON SONNETS
BY
HUMBERT WOLFE
Oxford
Basil Blackwell, Broad Street,
1920
DEDICATION.
These were the first anemones—
God only in his heaven sees
How moving on their small green feet
They blossomed in a London street,
From a cool valley, as I guess,
Beneath a hill in Lyonesse.
{5}
God only in his heaven sees
How moving on their small green feet
They blossomed in a London street,
From a cool valley, as I guess,
Beneath a hill in Lyonesse.
{5}
