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Title: Eyes of Youth
A Book of Verse by Padraic Colum, Shane Leslie, A.O.
Author: Various
Release Date: February 9, 2006 [EBook #17735]
Language: English
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EYES OF YOUTH

A Book of Verse by Padraic Colum--Shane
Leslie--Viola Meynell--Ruth Lindsay--
Hugh Austin--Judith Lytton--Olivia
Meynell--Maurice Healy--Monica
Saleeby--Francis Meynell--With
four early Poems by Francis
Thompson, & a Foreword by
Gilbert K. Chesterton.

"He has eyes of youth,?he writes verses"
The Merry Wives of Windsor.

The four early poems of Francis Thompson are here published, for the first time in book form, by the permission of his Literary Executor.
We have also to thank the Editors of _The Station, The Tablet, The Outlook, The New Age, The Westminster Gazette, The Evening Standard, The Irish Rosary_ and The Lamp, for permission to re-publish other Verses.

CONTENTS
G.K. CHESTERTON
Foreword
FRANCIS THOMPSON
Threatened Tears?Arab Love Song?Buona Notte?The Passion of Mary
PADRAIC COLUM
"I shall not die for you"?An Idyll?Christ the Comrade?Arab Songs (I)?Arab Songs (II)
SHANE LESLIE
A Dead Friend (J.S. 1905)?Forest Song?The Bee?Outside the Carlton?The Pater of the Cannon?Fleet Street?Nightmare?To a Nobleman becoming Socialist?St. George-in-the-East
VIOLA MEYNELL
The Ruin?The Dream?The Wanderer?"Nature is the living mantle of God"?Secret Prayer?The Unheeded?Dream of Death
THE HON. MRS. LINDSAY
Mater Salvatoris?To Choose?The Hunters
HUGH AUSTIN
The Astronomer's Prayer?The Moon?To Yvonne?The Burial of Scald
THE HON. MRS. LYTTON
A Day Remembered?Childhood?Love in Idleness?Love's Counterfeit
OLIVIA MEYNELL
A Grief without Christ?The Crowning
MAURICE HEALY
In Memoriam?A Ballad of Friendship?In the Midst of Them?Sic Transit
MONICA SALEEBY
Retrospect
FRANCIS MEYNELL
Any Stone?Lux in Tenebris?Mater Inviolata?Song-burden?Gifts?Wraith?A Dedication

FOREWORD
My office on this occasion is one which I may well carry as lightly as possible. In our society, I am told, one needs an introduction to a beautiful woman; but I have never heard of men needing an introduction to a beautiful song. Prose before poetry is an unmeaning interruption; for poetry is perhaps the one thing in the world that explains itself. The only possible prelude for songs is silence; and I shall endeavour here to imitate the brevity of the silence as well as its stillness.
This collection contains four new poems by one whom all serious critics now class with Shelley and Keats and those other great ones cut down with their work unfinished. Yet I would not speak specially of him, lest modern critics should run away with their mad notion of a one-man influence; and call this a "school" of Francis Thompson. Francis Thompson was not a schoolmaster. He would have said as freely as Whitman (and with a far more consistent philosophy), "I charge you to leave all free, as I have left all free." The modern world has this mania about plagiarism because the modern world cannot comprehend the idea of communion. It thinks that men must steal ideas; it does not understand that men may share them. The saints did not imitate each other; not always even study each other; they studied the Imitation of Christ. A real religion is that in which any two solitary people might suddenly say the same thing at any moment. It would therefore be most misleading to give to this collection an air of having been inspired by its most famous contributor. The little lyrics of this little book must surely be counted individual, even by those who may count them mysterious. A variety verging on quaintness is the very note of the assembled bards.
Take, for example, Mr. Colum's stern and simple rendering of the bitter old Irish verses:
"O woman, shapely as the swan,?On your account I shall not die."
Like Fitzgerald's Omar and all good translations, it leaves one wondering whether the original was as good; but to an Englishman the note is not only unique, but almost hostile. It is the hardness of the real Irishman which has been so skilfully hidden under the softness of the stage Irishman. The words are ages old, I believe; they come out of the ancient Ireland of Cairns and fallen Kings: and yet the words might have been spoken by one of Bernard Shaw's modern heroes to one of his modern heroines. The curt, bleak words, the haughty, heathen spirit are certainly as remote as anything can be from the luxuriant humility of Francis Thompson.
If the writers have a real point of union it is in a certain instinct for contrast between their shape and subject matter. All the poems are brief in form, and at the same time big in topic. They remind us of the vivid illuminations of the virile thirteenth century, when artists crowded cosmic catastrophes into the corner of an initial letter; where one may find a small picture
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