<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">A Sonnet</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">YEA, Oxford, for the glories of one wreath</p><p class="line">The wither'd fragrance of all time is fee;</p><p class="line">Trees draw their sacrifice of greenery</p><p class="line">From the old charnels that repose beneath;--</p><p class="line">So let me feel the impulse of thy breath,</p><p class="line">Like an enchanter's spell, awak'ning me</p><p class="line">To thy new treasures of Eternity</p><p class="line">Bursting from out the pregnant soils of Death:</p><p class="line">And therefore through my lips to all the earth</p><p class="line">Adown the ages be thine anthem sung,</p><p class="line">Undying Truth's perennial rebirth--</p><p class="line">The burthen of the Old and ever Young:</p><p class="line">'For me and mine new wealth from old is grown:</p><p class="line">And sure, who love me, shall be all my own!'</p></div></body></html> · Great War