MODERN LOVE y AN ANTHOLOGT All thoughts, all passions, all delights. Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred fame. NEW YORK MITCHELL KENNERLEY MDCCCCVI With a fevj obvious exceptions ct Modern Love is a collection of poems by living authors, chosen from fifty different volumes, many of which are, unfortunately, little knovun in this country. is believed that this is the first anthology of love poems to be published which has avoided the insincere elaboration and hyperbole of the style of the love poems of early literature. In its place uue find the spirit of sadness and mel ancholy but it is a more real sadness than the extravagant lovers complaints of days gone by and the result is certainly fine poetry . No selection from the Modern Love of Mr. George Meredith has been included in this volume in the hope that readers are in possession of the Mosher edition of this great sonnet sequence, and no poems by lltfr Siuinburne have been printed here as it is in tended to issue a volume of selections from his works, uniform ivith this volume. cmr fMo. i Ttef, Contents 15 If Love Should Fail DolRe Radford 1 6 Fears Unknown 17 Epitaphium Citharistrae Victor Plarr 1 8 A Tragedy Theo. Marzials 19 I Will Not Let Thee Go Robert Bridges 21 Down by the Salley Gardens W. B. Teats 22 Modern Beauty Arthur Symom 23 Too Late Matthew Arnold 24 To Juliet Wilfred Scawen Blunt 25 Plymouth Harbour Ernest Radford 26 I Shall Not Weep Unknown 27 Beautys a Flower Moira ONeill 28 After Love Arthur Symons 29 The Better Man A. E. Housman 3 Lyric Alfred Hayes 31 Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynara Ernest Dowson 32 Separation Matthew Arnold 33 Requiescat Oscar Wilde 34 Night After All T. W. Rolltston 35 A Dream Andrew Lang 36 True Love Unknown 37 Ephemera W. B. Teats Contents Contents 64 Song 65 A Dream 66 Che Sara Sara 67 The Last Memory 68 The Blackbird 69 On A Lost Opportunity 70 A Tragedy 7 1 Light Richard LeGallunne Stephen Phillips Victor Plarr Arthur Symons William Ernest Henley Wilfred Scawen Blunt E. Nesbit F. W. Bourdillon 72 The Rune of the Passion of Women Fiona Madeod Thank God I do not love thee, sweet, For if I did my heart would break, Wktle noiu it does not even ache At this my kneeling at thy feet. I lock into your eyes and smile, I kiss your lips, my heart is glad, My brain is calm, while br it were mad If I d d i id love you, dear, the MODERN LOVE