A Boy s Will

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A Boy’s Will.  1915.
   
Contents

 
Part I
Into My Own
    The youth is persuaded that he will be rather more than less himself for having forsworn the world.
Ghost House
    He is happy in society of his choosing.
My November Guest
    He is in love with being misunderstood.
Love and a Question
    He is in doubt whether to admit real trouble to a place beside the hearth with love.
A Late Walk
    He courts the autumnal mood.
Stars
    There is no oversight of human affairs.
Storm Fear
    He is afraid of his own isolation.
Wind and Window Flower
    Out of the winter things he fashions a story of modern love.
To the Thawing Wind
    He calls on change through the violence of the elements.
A Prayer in Spring
    He discovers that the greatness of love lies not in forward-looking thoughts;
Flower-gathering
    nor yet in any spur it may be to ambition.
Rose Pogonias
    He is no dissenter from the ritualism of nature;
Asking for Roses
    nor from the ritualism of youth which is make-believe.
Waiting—Afield at Dusk
    He arrives at the turn of the year.
In a Vale
    Out of old longings he fashions a story.
A Dream Pang
    He is shown by a dream how really well it is with him.
In Neglect
    He is scornful of folk his scorn cannot reach.
The Vantage Point
    And again scornful, but there is no one hurt.
Mowing
    He takes up life simply with the small tasks.
Going for Water

Part II
Revelation
    He resolves to become intelligible, at least to himself, since there is no help else;
The Trial by Existence
    and to know definitely what he thinks about the soul;
In Equal Sacrifice
    about love;
The Tuft of Flowers
    about fellowship;
Spoils of the Dead
    about death;
Pan with Us
    about art (his own);
The Demiurge’s Laugh
    about science.

Part III
Now Close the Windows
    It is time to make an end of speaking.
A Line-storm Song
    It is the autumnal mood with a difference.
October
    He sees days slipping from him that were the best for what they were.
My Butterfly
    There are things that can never be the same.
Reluctance