Till China and Africa meet,      And the river jumps over the mountain      And the salmon sing in the street,      'I'll love you till the ocean      Is folded and hung up to dry      And the seven stars go squawking      Like geese about the sky.      'The years shall run like rabbits,      For in my arms I hold      The Flower of the Ages,      And the first love of the world.'      But all the clocks in the city      Began to whirr and chime:      'O let not Time deceive you,      You cannot conquer Time.      'In the burrows of the Nightmare      Where Justice naked is,      Time watches from the shadow      And coughs when you would kiss.      'In headaches and in worry      Vaguely life leaks away,      And Time will have his fancy      To-morrow or to-day.      'Into many a green valley      Drifts the appalling snow;      Time breaks the threaded dances      And the diver's brilliant bow.      'O plunge your hands in water,      Plunge them in up to the wrist;      Stare, stare in the basin      And wonder what you've missed.      'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,      The desert sighs in the bed,      And the crack in the tea-cup opens      A lane to the land of the dead.      'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes      And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,      And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,      And Jill goes down on her back.      'O look, look in the mirror,      O look in your distress;      Life remains a blessing      Although you cannot bless.      'O stand, stand at the window      As the tears scald and start;      You shall love your crooked nelghbour      With your crooked heart.'      It was late, late in the evening,      The lovers they were gone;      The clocks had ceased their chiming,      And the deep river ran on.

1937

Fish in the Unruffled Lakes

     Fish in the unruffled lakes      Their swarming colours wear,      Swans in the winter air      A white perfection have,      And the great lion walks      Through his innocent grove;      Lion, fish and swan      Act, and are gone      Upon Time's toppling wave.      We, till shadowed days are done,
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