Cornish Catches Part 8

A BALLADE OF CORNWALL

Westward where the latest sunbeam lingers on the brow of night, Lies a land of old romance enshrined in amethystine sea, Where from cairn and cromlech come, to eyes illumed by subtle sight, Fays and pixies, sprites and gnomes, in pomp of faery pageantry.

Shining forms of ghostly knights, and dream-like dames of chivalry Gleam among the gorse and furze, and pace the reedy valleys low, Moving through a magic mist amid the days of long ago-- Knights and ladies living still in trusted legendary lore Lilt their lovelorn lays or speed their clamorous challenge to the foe In the land where ceaseless surges smite the crag-crowned rock-strewn sh.o.r.e.

Gauntly glooms Tintagel Castle from its frowning, dizzy height, Where the fair Iseult is crooning happy songs in thoughtless glee; Softly falls the creeping footstep, sudden flash the sparks of spite, Lifeless lies the love-led Tristram lowly at his lady's knee, Past the stress of wandering sorrow, past the philtred esctasy.

Then there breaks the sound of slaughter, clanging blow on clanging blow, Clash of brand and crash of axe, while shrieks shrill up from deeps below, Where the sea's majestic music mixes with the mortal roar.

Still the ghostly field engages, still the tides of battle flow In the land where ceaseless surges smite the crag-crowned rock-strewn sh.o.r.e.

Down the rugged slopes of Rough Tor ancient heroes armour dight, Charge across the bridge of slaughter where the mist hangs heavily.

There the brand Excalibur goes flashing through the last dim fight Wielded by the stainless king who fighting falls his wierd to dree.

Then across the mere there come a silent, shadowy, queenly, three, Golden crowned, who bear him off with bitter tears of quenchless woe Unto valleyed Avilon, where falls not rain, nor hail, nor snow, Nor the faith unfaithful brings a dolorous doom for ever-more.

Still across the dream lit waters moves the stately shadow show In the land where ceaseless surges smite the crag-crowned rock-strewn sh.o.r.e.

_ENVOI_

Friend, these smiling buds of fancy you may gather as you go.

Still the fairy bells are ringing in the evening's afterglow; Still the questing knights adventure over mountain, stream, and moor; All the ancient splendid beauty understanding hearts may know In the land where ceaseless surges smite the crag-crowned rock-strewn sh.o.r.e.

THE FISHERMAN'S PRAYER

Pray G.o.d, hear our prayer; Keep us in Thy calm of care; Lead us where the haul be good, So our fishing find us food; Give us strength our nets to haul And safe to harbour bring us all.

Pray G.o.d, Whose Son did know Fishermen and sea below, And Who calmed the tempest when Terror came to fishermen, Hear us when for help we call, And safe to harbour bring us all.

Pray G.o.d, Who made the sea, Hear the fishers' prayer to Thee.

Steer us clear of shoal and reef, So our boat may bear no grief; Bear us up through storm and squall, And safe to harbour bring us all.

Pray G.o.d, Who shines afar Like a friendly pilot star, Help us set our course aright By Thy Holy Beacon Light, For the Port where live the blest, And in Thy Harbour give us rest.

DISTINCTIVE NEW POETRY

The notable nature of the Erskine Macdonald books may be gauged from the following current list:

Cor Cordium

A Book of Love Poems. By Alfred Williams. Large 8vo, cloth, 3s.

6d. net.

Nature and other Poems

By Alfred Williams (Author of "Songs in Wiltshire.") Large 8vo, cloth, 5s. net.

_The price of "Songs in Wiltshire," (published at 5s.) has been advanced to 7s. 6d. net. "Poems in Wiltshire" has gone out of print._

_The Times._--"Wonder and astonishment are great words with great a.s.sociations. But there are few men living in England today of whom they can be more fairly used, in their most exact and literal sense, than of Mr. Alfred Williams...."

_The Observer._--"Those who love poetry look out for the work of Alfred Williams. His poems have the fragrance and simplicity that come from a strong, sincere mind that is in close touch with nature."

Enchantments

By John Gurdon (Author of "Erinna," "Dramatic Lyrics," etc.) Large crown 8vo, cloth, 2s. 6d. net.

_The Times._--"Finely-coloured nature pictures or eloquent expressions of pa.s.sionate emotion, with a recurrent note of melancholy."

_Manchester Guardian._--"Mr. Gurdon's verses are always accomplished, their rhythm is extremely sensitive and well sustained, their imagery vivid and harmonious."

_The Outlook._--"There is no mistaking who are Mr. Gurdon's masters. He has spent his days and nights with Swinburne and Keats, and learnt from them the intoxication of fine rhythms and pa.s.sionate phrases.... Through all the verses in this little volume there is that thing which only the real poets have--a sense of freedom in verse and a great joy in writing it."

ERSKINE MACDONALD, London, W.C.