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PRAYER

H. D. · 1924

White, O white face--

from disenchanted days

wither alike dark rose

and fiery bays:

no gift within our hands,

nor strength to praise,

only defeat and silence;

though we lift hands, disenchanted,

of small strength, nor raise

branch of the laurel

or the light of torch,

but fold the garment

on the riven locks,

yet hear, all-merciful, and touch

the fore-head, dim, unlit of pride and thought,

Mistress--be near!

Give back the glamour to our will,

the thought; give back the tool,

the chisel; once we wrought

things not unworthy,

sandal and steel-clasp;

silver and steel, the coat

with white leaf-pattern

at the arm and throat:

silver and metal, hammered for the ridge

of shield and helmet-rim;

white silver with the dark hammered in,

belt, staff and magic spear-shaft

with the gilt spark at the point and hilt.

 

_Printed in England at the Pelican Press, 2 Carmelite Street, London,

E.C._

 

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| Transcriber's Notes |

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| Page 42: though amended to through ("through fire I see |

| it, ...") |

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| Hyphenation has generally been standardized. However, when a |

| word appears hyphenated and unhyphenated an equal number of |

| times, both versions have been retained (forehead/ |

| fore-head). |

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