Edward Lewis Davison

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At last the cygnet, preening his plumed snow,
Wins the mid-stream. Mark his new beauty well!
Erect, uplit he sails; in the clear flow
Reflected, breast and wing,
...

Neither at dawn nor evening
Though legions camp hereby
Shall braying trumpets arouse him
To hear their battle cry.
...

Can April die today
And still deny the Spring
A welcome for her May?
...

The Bride of God has lain her head
At rest on Joseph's knee,
In hush of sleep her breath is dead,
Her hair falls loose and free,
...

Night blackens to the core. Poet, awake!
The worst, the darkest hour of your heart's ache
Begins...
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Here a pure lady gave the dust
Her body, and the flowers her breath,
And yet had virtue left to thrust
A little dignity on Death.
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Beyond the inmost barriers of the brain,
Hid by the tree of thought's most silent bough,
While suns and moons of mood arise and wane,
Patience, the owl, considers wisdom now.
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'Falls from a cloud the singing bird
Into her nest of grass;
Say to me but a single word
And I will let you pass.
...

Beauty has walked in the broad light
By night and day since Time began,
In the broad road to left and right,
Free to the sight of every man
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Edward Lewis Davison Biography

Edward Lewis Davison (1898–1970) was a Scottish poet and critic, born in Glasgow. He emigrated to the United States in 1925, and became an academic the University of Colorado at Boulder, where he was involved in the Colorado Writers 1937 conference. He was a friend of Robert Frost.[ Edward Lewis Davison (1898–1970) was a Scottish poet and critic, born in Glasgow. He emigrated to the United States in 1925, and became an academic the University of Colorado at Boulder, where he was involved in the Colorado Writers 1937 conference. He was a friend of Robert Frost.[ The poet Peter Davison is his son. He was widely published as a poet in the 1920s, featured in the J. C. Squire anthologies, and became known as a writer of sonnets. His Be Thou At Peace has been set to music by John Raynor.)

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The Ugly Duckling

At last the cygnet, preening his plumed snow,
Wins the mid-stream. Mark his new beauty well!
Erect, uplit he sails; in the clear flow
Reflected, breast and wing,
And proud beak winnowing
The April air, all carved like a sea-shell.
Out of deformity he grew to this
Divinest form, burgeoning on the stream,
A living water-flower. He scorned the hiss
And cackle in those ranks
That watched him from the banks;
He knew what seed he was: he had his dream.
And the dream raised the seed and moulded him
In its own secret image, secretly:
Refashioned him, curved serpentine and slim
That delicate white neck
Feathered without a fleck,
Taught him his poise, shaped him the thing you see.
O Thou that shepherdest the waddling geese
Upon the flowery banks of Helicon,
Bid the hoarse gabble, the upbraiding, cease,
And guide Thy flock to see
How lonely and leisurely
Sails on this sunny river the young swan.

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