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| Ambrose McEvoy Euphemia 1909 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
I SAY I'LL SEEK HER
I say, "I'll seek her side
Ere hindrance interposes;"
But eve in midnight closes,
And here I still abide.
When darkness wears I see
Her sad eyes in a vision;
They ask, "What indecision
Detains you, Love, from me? –
"The creaking hinge is oiled,
I have unbarred the backway,
But you tread not the trackway;
And shall the thing be spoiled?
"Far cockcrows echo shrill,
The shadows are abating,
And I am waiting, waiting;
But O, you tarry still!"
– Thomas Hardy (1909)
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| Augustus John Woman Smiling 1908-09 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| William Rothenstein The Princess Badroulbadour 1908 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| William Orpen Anita 1905 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
SONG OF A DREAM
Once in the dream of night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
– Sarojini Naidu (1905)
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| André Derain Portrait of Henri Matisse 1905 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| Jacques-Emile Blanche Portrait of Charles Conder 1904 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| Camille Pissarro Self Portrait 1903 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
from ADAM'S CURSE
We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.
I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.
– William Butler Yeats (1903)
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| William Strang Portrait of Mrs James MacLehose 1903 drawing Tate Gallery |
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| Gwen John Dorelia in a Black Dress ca. 1903-1904 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| Gwen John Self Portrait 1902 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
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| Charles Conder Portrait Study ca. 1901-1906 oil on panel Tate Gallery |
from THE GARDEN OF KAMA
You never loved me, and yet to save me,
One unforgettable night you gave me
Such chill embraces as the snow-covered heights
Receive from clouds, in northern, Auroral nights.
Such keen communion as the frozen mere
Has with immaculate moonlight, cold and clear.
And all desire,
Like failing fire,
Died slowly, faded surely, and sank to rest
Against the delicate chillness of your breast.
– Adela Florence Nicolson, published under the pseudonym Laurence Hope (1901)
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| Charles Conder Portrait Study ca. 1901-1906 oil on panel Tate Gallery |
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| Henry Tonks Rosamund and the Purple Jar ca. 1900 oil on panel Tate Gallery |
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| Philip Wilson Steer Seated Nude (The Black Hat) ca. 1900 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |