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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry.  1920.
Lionel Johnson. 1867–1902
54. Mystic and Cavalier
GO from me: I am one of those who fall. 
What! hath no cold wind swept your heart at all, 
In my sad company? Before the end, 
      Go from me, dear my friend! 
Yours are the victories of light: your feet         5
Rest from good toil, where rest is brave and sweet: 
But after warfare in a mourning gloom, 
      I rest in clouds of doom. 
Have you not read so, looking in these eyes? 
Is it the common light of the pure skies,  10
Lights up their shadowy depths? The end is set: 
      Though the end be not yet. 
When gracious music stirs, and all is bright, 
And beauty triumphs through a courtly night; 
When I too joy, a man like other men:  15
      Yet, am I like them, then? 
And in the battle, when the horsemen sweep 
Against a thousand deaths, and fall on sleep: 
Who ever sought that sudden calm, if I 
      Sought not? yet could not die!  20
Seek with thine eyes to pierce this crystal sphere: 
Canst read a fate there, prosperous and clear? 
Only the mists, only the weeping clouds, 
      Dimness and airy shrouds. 
Beneath, what angels are at work? What powers  25
Prepare the secret of the fatal hours? 
See! the mists tremble, and the clouds are stirred: 
      When comes the calling word? 
The clouds are breaking from the crystal ball, 
Breaking and clearing: and I look to fall.  30
When the cold winds and airs of portent sweep, 
      My spirit may have sleep. 
O rich and sounding voices of the air! 
Interpreters and prophets of despair: 
Priests of a fearful sacrament! I come,  35
      To make with you mine home. 

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