8. For the death of Ezra Pound
One face the less reflected in wrinkles on the Grand Canal :
One shrivelled leaf the more whirled far from Kensington Gardens :
The jealously guarded rights of flesh resigned ,
Our Spartan steps naked now into new battle .
O dear master !
Exile , prophet , rune-caster , last of the troubadours ,
In perpetuum ave atque vale .
[Received new in 1968]
At the time of his death Marion would remember that Jocelyn was attracted by all Pound’s given roles. For Jocelyn too there was a shadow of Good-bye for ever.