back page of the four
Come , every wandering dream ,
My hopes of earthly fame :
Now stir trumpet and drum ,
Eager I bid you come ,
As once you came .
Empty are house and barn ,
I crave my destined urn .
Most ill-starred was I born ,
My heart and sleeve are torn ;
Dear dreams return .
Tell me I have not failed ,
Fame I shall yet behold ;
Say deep flagons are filled ,
Gods shall pledge me they killed ,
When I lie cold .
21st Oct. 1951. Written and dated on back of a fold sheet
second inner page
Who art thou so roughly used ,
Kidnapped , cheated and abused ,
Barred the honours of thy name ,
Closeted with lust and shame ,
Destitute and threadbare met
In thy state revealing yet
More than princely dignity,
More than earthly quality ?
I am heaven’s highest good
Here but weakly understood :
Life is at my bidding stirred ,
And my name so idly heard
Thunders as a trump above :
Think , then speak , for in a word
I am Love .
Dated on outer page, 17th Oct.1951.
first inner page of 4
Spring was too swift and fleeting to record ,
Summer’s brave pageant all unwritten passed :
Now , when rich harvests should be timely stored ,
I strive to gather rosebuds while they last .
Rosebuds may linger till the first sharp frost ,
But droop they must , and droop with them must I :
An empty granary, a garland lost —
How shall I live while winter storms are high ?
Winter I may defy , for thou art mine ,
Spring is a portrait palely drawn from thee ,
Summer but borrows graces that are thine ,
The gifts of autumn but thy tributes be .
Fall leaves , come snow : while thou art mine I sing
Brave summer, sweet and everlasting spring .
21st Oct. 1951, dated on outer page
Echo , who may question you ?
Some speak love but are untrue —
Echo , does my lady so ?
Does she love me , do you know ?
Is that swain more blest than I ?
Echo, silence , or I die !
A folded sheet with four poems. Dated on this first side 21st Oct. 1951.
My dearest heart ,
Before fate intervene
Rise and depart .
Better that love should fade
When fortunes fall :
What you cannot evade
At least forestall .
Love meet you on your way
Grief to remove :
I would not have you stay
Faithless to prove .
Yet if you choose to dare
What must ensue ,
My heart is in your care ,
Dear love , be true .
17th Oct. 1951 .
(there are 4 poems on this folded sheet)