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Anthology of Massachusetts Poets
Contents:
I
MASEFIELD (HIMSELF)
GOD said, and frowned, as He looked on
Shropshire clay:
"Alone, ’twont do; composite, would I make
This man-child rare; ’twere well, methinks, to take
A handful from the Stratford tomb, and weigh
A few of Shelley’s ashes; Bunyan may
Contribute, too, and, for my sweet Son’s sake,
I’ll visit Avalon; then, let me slake
The whole with Wyclif-water from the Bay.
A sailor, he! Too godly, though, I fear;
Offset it with tobacco! Next, I’ll find
Hedge-roses, star-dust, and a vagrant’s mind;
His mother’s heart now let me breathe upon;
When west winds blow, I’ll whisper in her ear:
"Apocalypse awaits him; call him John!"
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Chicago:
Various, "I Masefield (Himself)," Anthology of Massachusetts Poets, ed. Keil, Heinrich, 1822-1894 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Anthology of Massachusetts Poets (New York: George E. Wood, 1850), Original Sources, accessed November 4, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DMG9NYS6Z6UA9P2.
MLA:
Various. "I Masefield (Himself)." Anthology of Massachusetts Poets, edited by Keil, Heinrich, 1822-1894, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Anthology of Massachusetts Poets, New York, George E. Wood, 1850, Original Sources. 4 Nov. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DMG9NYS6Z6UA9P2.
Harvard:
Various, 'I Masefield (Himself)' in Anthology of Massachusetts Poets, ed. and trans. . cited in 1850, Anthology of Massachusetts Poets, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 4 November 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DMG9NYS6Z6UA9P2.
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