" Those
few are here because within the chosen period their work seemed to have
gained some accession of power.
My grateful thanks are due to the writers who have lent me their poems,
and to the publishers (Messrs Elkin Mathews, Sidgwick and Jackson,
Methuen, Fifield, Constable, Nutt, Dent, Duckworth, Longmans, and
Maunsel, and the Editors of 'Basileon', 'Rhythm', and the 'English
Review') under whose imprint they have appeared.
E.M.
Oct. 1912.
"Of all materials for labour, dreams are the hardest; and the
artificer in ideas is the chief of workers, who out of nothing will
make a piece of work that may stop a child from crying or lead nations
to higher things. For what is it to be a poet? It is to see at a
glance the glory of the world, to see beauty in all its forms and
manifestations, to feel ugliness like a pain, to resent the wrongs of
others as bitterly as one's own, to know mankind as others know single
men, to know Nature as botanists know a flower, to be thought a fool,
to hear at moments the clear voice of God.
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