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Saturday, 6 June 2020

The Fear by Lascelles Abercrombie

As over muddy shores a dragon flock
Went, in an early age from ours discrete,
Before the grim race found oblivion meet;
And as Time harden’d into iron rock
That unclean mud, and into cliffs did lock
The story of those terrifying feet
With hookèd claws and wrinkled scale complete,
Till quarrying startles us with amaz’d shock:

So there was something wont to pass along
The plashy marge of early consciousness.
Now the quagmires are turned to pavement strong;
Those outer twilight regions bold I may
Explore,—yet still I shudder with distress
To find detested tracks of his old way.

From: Abercrombie, Lascelles, The Poems of Lascelles Abercrombie, 1930, Oxford University Press: London, p. 9.
(https://archive.org/details/poemsoflascelles0000aber/)

Date: 1908

By: Lascelles Abercrombie (1881-1938)