To Ultima Thule (verse)
Dangerfield, G. B.
315 To Ultima Thule {Out of Hamburg Harbor) Since there are saints in the islands still robed in red and blue (O hands brown and broken finger-nails—men of toil) and spare grey bushes are hung...
...315 To Ultima Thule {Out of Hamburg Harbor) Since there are saints in the islands still robed in red and blue (O hands brown and broken finger-nails—men of toil) and spare grey bushes are hung with ribands salt-faded, till the air goes like Saint Audrey at a fair and from the gilded missal is spelled slow Mass in the soft days by stone altars— with the big wind-sliced candles let us praise God...
...For day goes down on smoke and steel, a lidless sea and a lidless sky and the eye of sea is red with reckoning risks and freight: for us no longer roll the ripe date and the orange ripely in the ribbed hold but are nailed and labeled...
...G. B. Dangerfield...
...Praise God—let us praise God that there are saints still in the islands and brown-stone houses where the wind strides through the windows and the doors and the stone floors...
Vol. 10 • July 1929 • No. 12
