A POEM PUBLISHED IN 1867
I bet you are all wondering why I have chosen a poem from 1867? In your shoes, so would I.
Here's the story.
Some time ago I walked into a charity shop looking for some old sci-fi books. Alas, it wasn't my lucky day but tucked away in a corner, I espied something of interest.
First up was An Anthology Of Modern Prose by A.J.J. Ratcliffe published in 1936.
And sitting behind it was a real gem. Once I brushed away the cobwebs, a leather-bound book revealed itself. Embossed on the front was a gold crest. Published in 1867 it was simply named - Poems by Jean Ingelow.
She dedicated her book to her brother - George K. Ingelow
YOUR LOVING SISTER
OFFERS YOU THESE POEMS, PARTLY AS
AN EXPRESSION OF HER AFFECTION, PARTLY FOR THE
PLEASURE OF CONNECTING HER EFFORTS
WITH YOUR NAME
Here is one of the poems from the book all clad in green.
Man dwells apart, though not alone,
He walks among his peers unread;
The best of thoughts which he hath known
For lack of listeners are not said.
Yet dreaming on earth's clustered isles,
He saith, 'They dwell not lone like men,
Forfgetful that their sunflecked smiles
Flash far beyond each other's ken.
He looks on God's eternal suns
That sprinkle the celestial blue,
And saith, Ah! happy shining ones,
I would that men were grouped like you!
Yet this is sure: the loveliest star
That clustered with its peers we see
Only because from us so far
Doth near its fellows seem to be.