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THE NEW MORNING
ALFRED NOYES
WORKS OF ALFRED NOYES
Collected Poems—2 Vols.
The Lord of Misrule
A Belgian Christmas Eve
The Wine-press
Walking Shadows—Prose
Tales of the Mermaid Tavern
Sherwood
The Enchanted Island and Other Poems
Drake: an English Epic
Poems
The Flower of Old Japan
The Golden Hynde
The New Morning
THE
NEW MORNING
POEMS
BY
ALFRED NOYES
NEW YORK
FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1918, by
Alfred Noyes
Copyright, 1919, by
Frederick A. Stokes Company
All rights reserved, including that of translation
into foreign languages
[v]DEDICATION
[vii]TO THE MEMORY OF
SIR CECIL SPRING-RICE
I.
STEADFAST as any soldier of the line
He served his England, with the imminent death
Poised at his heart. Nor could the world divine
The constant peril of each burdened breath.
England, and the honour of England, he still served
Walking the strict path, with the old high pride
Of those invincible knights who never swerved
One hair's breadth from the way until they died.
Quietness he loved, and books, and the grave beauty
Of England's Helicon, whose eternal light
Shines like a lantern on that road of duty,
Discerned by few in this chaotic night.
And his own pen, foretelling his release,
Told us that he foreknew "the end was peace."
[viii]II.
Soldier of England, he shall live unsleeping
Among his friends, with the old proud flag above;
For even today her honour is in his keeping.
He has joined the hosts that guard her with their love.
They shine like stars, unnumbered happy legions,
In that high realm where all our darkness dies.
He moves, with honour, in those loftier regions,
Above this "world of passion and of lies":
For so he called it, keeping his own pure passion
A silent flame befo