Make haste away, and let one be
A friendly Patron unto thee:
Lest rapt from hence, I see thee lye
Torn for the use of Pasterie:
Or see thy injur'd Leaves serve well,
To make loose Gownes for Mackarell:
Or see the Grocers in a trice,
Make hoods of thee to serve out Spice.

Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well,
Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch,
Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn,
Like babes in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping;
Billions of billions, and trillions of trillions of them waiting,
(On earth and in the sea — the universe — the stars there in the heavens,)
Urging slowly, surely forward, forming endless,
And waiting ever more, forever more behind.

A sunshiny shower
Won't last half an hour.

Red sky at night,
Shepherd's delight;
Red sky in the morning,
Shepherd's warning.

Water falls
Apart in air
Hangs like hair
Light installs
Itself in strands
Of water falling
The cliff stands

RESULTS

In life's fair morn I said on yonder height,
My name will shine where rocks tower high and grand,
And eastward looms the shadow of the night,
And all that I have done is writ in sand.

EARTH

In storm, and thunder, and lurid light,
Earth grew to beauty and perfect strength;
It will die in the wind and gloom of night,
When the years have run their length.

Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets within your pipe, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say I'm growing old — but add,
G. M. Trevelyan wanted me to deliver a Clark Lecture.

Yours sincerely, and with deep regret,

Twenty sparrows
on

a scattered
turd:

Share and share

(Written at the time of the Abdication, 1936)

M Y Lord Archbishop, what a scold you are,
And when your man is down how bold you are,
Of Christian charity how scant you are —
How Lang, O Lord, how full of cant you are!