Willoughby Weaving (1885-1977). From Poems. Robert Bridges, ed. 1916. The Spirit of Man: An Anthology

Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916.

From Poems

Willoughby Weaving (1885–1977)


THE DAWN 1 is touching the heavens,
The light winds blow,
And over the dewy clover
In shivers of silver go;
And I cry to my soul, and I cry again and again	5
‘’Tis the morning of the world
And tired time hath upfurl’d
Upon himself, my soul!’ And I cry in vain.

Within the central whorl
Of her mazy shell she lies,	10
Like a snail that doth recoil
From the touch of enemies;
And my mind blows into her shell, and I cry again
‘The long years that had come
Are crept back into the womb,	15
And Saturn is not fallen!’ And I cry in vain.

Note 1. W. Weaving. From ‘Poems’. Elkin Mathews. 1913. [back]