United Colleges - Vox Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Ill Ah nevermore, O angel hungering, The child that ran with thee . . . never the child, Nor laughs, nor loves, nor senses leaping wild . . . Only the unfound door, the distant wing Of Time brushing away the leaf, the spring, The web of life . . . O grieving one that smiled At stubborn stars, where were thy love’s defiled? . . . And where was stilled the lost dream’s murmuring? . . . Where gone the stone, the hand, the friended eye? . . . Const thou return the spreaded dust, the bud? . Restore those lost tomorrows that the flood Has webbed? . . . whither? . . . where broke the stars, the sky, O child! O brother lost! O bleb of blood! . . . Oh, lost—the springing leaf . . . the stars that stud . . . IV Who of us has seen the bud return? Has read his brother’s heart? has tread the dust Feeling the lives that quickened it? . . . O thrust That moment deep in mind . . . O break and burn That moment, lonely one . . . how soon they learn To read the winds, to reach for stars, to lust, To love the grave . . . the scythe is red with rust That bled their lives . . . none find the door, discern The lane that turns, the leaf, the waiting hand . . . Out of the whirlwind words have taken shape, Their meaning hid . . . lost too . . . O could we ’scape This tarn of mysteries, and understand. And don as Joseph ere he was defiled A many-colored coat, O lost bewildered child . . . 23

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SONNET SEQUENCE: I Consider livings and the way they fled, O masterpiece of God, to ’hind or ’fore: When will your tears return the tears of yore, Or veil today the tears that lie ahead? . . . Have you not faltered from the drowsy dead? . . . Or burst your breast to find the unfound door, The door, the stone, the leaf that lurks no more? . . . Sunken and lost in Time’s deep river-bed. . . . Where flames the fire that webs the universe? O lost one from the distant flood of time. . . . Was Blake a breast . . . was Blake a sense of rhyme . . . Was Christ or Pan the meaning of the verse? . . . Seek further; seek the thorn, the threshold crossed . . . O brother lone and grieved, O brother lost. . . . II Out of this dream, O lost impatient one, Out of this web of life, the sunken well, The stranger Time, the faintly tolling bell Ever begun and ever past and done . . . I rescue thee ... to run where once has run Thyself ... a child . . . what are the flowers that fell? . . . What are those long far years? . . . Ah who can tell Or bring again lost things? lost stars? lost sun? . . . What of the child that cried? his crib and toys? What of this stranger child? . . . O taken; slain . . . By whom? by what? . . . O nevermore again Those years, those loves, those vagrant vanished joys . . . O lone grieved angel lost . . .the turning lane Is lost . . . and ah, the songbird dead in brain . . . 22

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