1914, and Other Poems

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><span class="i0 headstyle">THE TREASURE</span></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When colour goes home into the eyes,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And lights that shine are shut again<br/></span> <span class="i0">With dancing girls and sweet birds' cries<br/></span> <span class="i1">Behind the gateways of the brain;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close<br/></span> <span class="i0">The rainbow and the rose:&mdash;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Still may Time hold some golden space<br/></span> <span class="i1">Where I'll unpack that scented store<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of song and flower and sky and face,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And count, and touch, and turn them o'er,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Musing upon them; as a mother, who<br/></span> <span class="i0">Has watched her children all the rich day through<br/></span> <span class="i0">Sits, quiet-handed, in the fading light,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When children sleep, ere night.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr class="large" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17-8]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE SOUTH SEAS</h2> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />