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The New World
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    The New World - Witter Bynner

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    Title: The New World

    Author: Witter Bynner

    Release Date: January 7, 2009 [eBook #27731]

    Language: English

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    The New World

    BY WITTER BYNNER

    AN ODE TO HARVARD

    AND OTHER POEMS

    TIGER

    THE LITTLE KING

    THE NEW WORLD

    IPHIGENIA IN TAURIS

    The New World

    by WITTER BYNNER

    NEW YORK

    MITCHELL KENNERLEY

    1918

    COPYRIGHT 1915 BY

    MITCHELL KENNERLEY

    The greater part of this poem was delivered before the Harvard Chapter of the Phi Beta Kappa Society in June, 1911; several passages from it have appeared in Poetry, and others in The Bellman, the Boston Evening Transcript and the American Magazine.

    Printed in America

    To

    Celia

    The New World

    I

    Celia was laughing. Hopefully I said:

    "How shall this beauty that we share,

    This love, remain aware

    Beyond our happy breathing of the air?

    How shall it be fulfilled and perfected?...

    If you were dead,

    How then should I be comforted?"

    But Celia knew instead:

    He who finds beauty here, shall find it there.

    A halo gathered round her hair.

    I looked and saw her wisdom bare

    The living bosom of the countless dead.

    ... And there

    I laid my head.

    Again when Celia laughed, I doubted her and said:

    "Life must be led

    In many ways more difficult to see

    Than this immediate way

    For you and me.

    We stand together on our lake’s edge, and the mystery

    Of love has made us one, as day is made of night and night of day.

    Aware of one identity

    Within each other, we can say:

    ‘I shall be everything you are.’...

    We are uplifted till we touch a star.

    We know that overhead

    Is nothing more austere, more starry, or more deep to understand

    Than is our union, human hand in hand.

    .... But over our lake come strangers—a crowded launch, a lonely sailing boy.

    A mile away a train bends by. In every car

    Strangers are travelling, each with particular

    And unkind preference like ours, with privacy

    Of understanding, with especial joy

    Like ours. Celia, Celia, why should there be

    Distrust between ourselves and them, disunity?

    .... How careful we have been

    To trim this little circle that we tread,

    To set a bar

    To strangers and forbid them!—Are they not as we,

    Our very likeness and our nearest kin?

    How can we shut them out and let stars in?"

    She looked along the lake. And when I heard her speak,

    The sun fell on the boy’s white sail and her white cheek.

    I touch them all through you, she said. "I cannot know them now

    Deeply and truly as my very own, except through you,

    Except through one or two

    Interpreters.

    But not a moment stirs

    Here between us, binding and interweaving

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