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Anthology of Massachusetts Poets
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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 6, 2024, 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. 6 Nov. 2024. 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 6 November 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=DMG9NYS6Z6UA9P2.
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