Orchard and Vineyard

Orchard and Vineyard

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Genres: Classics, Fiction, Literary & Essays
Publisher: e-Kitap Projesi & Cheapest Books
Publication Year: 2015
Format: (eBook + Printed)
Length: English, 6" x 9" (15 x 23 cm), 88 pages
ASIN: 1517452384
ISBN: 9786059285209


COME, shall we go, my comrade, from this den
Where falsehood reigns and we have dallied long?
Exchange the curious vanities of men
For roads of freedom and for ships of song?

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About the Book

We came as strangers, came to learn and look, 
To hear their music, drink the wine they gave. 
Now let us hence again; the happy brook 
Shall quench our thirst, our music be the wave. 
Come! they are feasting, let us steal away. 
Beyond the doors the night awaits us, sweet. 
To-morrow we shall see the break of day, 
And goat-herds’ pipes shall lead our roaming feet. 
YOU laughed, and all the fountains of the East 
Leapt up to Heaven with their diamond rain 
To hang in light, and when your laughter ceased 
Dropped shivered arrows to the ground again. 
You laughed, and from the belfries of the earth 
The music rippled like a shaken pool; 
And listless banners at the breeze of mirth 
Were stirred in harbours suddenly made cool. 
You wept, and all the music of the air 
—As when a hand is laid upon a bell— 
Was stilled, and Dryads of the tossing hair 
Crept back abashed within the secret dell. 
ALL her youth is gone, her beautiful youth outworn, 
Daughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her home 
No longer know her step on the upland tracks forlorn 
Where she was wont to roam. 
All her hounds are dead, her beautiful hounds are dead, 
That paced beside the hoofs of her high and nimble horse, 
Or streaked in lean pursuit of the tawny hare that fled 
Out of the yellow gorse. 
All her lovers have passed, her beautiful lovers have passed, 
The young and eager men that fought for her arrogant hand, 
And the only voice which endures to mourn for her at the last 
Is the voice of the lonely land. 
HE sat among the shadows lost, 
And heard the careless voice speak on 
Of life when he was gone from home, 
Of days that he had made his own, 
Familiar schemes that he had known, 
And dates that he had cherished most 
As star-points in the year to come, 
And he was suddenly alone, 
Thinking (not bitterly, 
But with a grave regret) that he 
Was in that room a ghost. 
He sat among the shades apart, 
The careless voice he scarcely heard. 
In that arrested hour there stirred 
Shy birds of beauty in his heart. 
The clouds of March he would not see 
Across the sky race royally, 
Nor yet the drift of daffodil 
He planted with so glad a hand, 
Nor yet the loveliness he planned 
For summer’s sequence to fulfil, 
Nor trace upon the hill 
The annual waking of the land, 
Nor meditative stand 
To watch the turning of the mill. 
He would not pause above the Weald 
With twilight falling dim, 
And mark the chequer-board of field, 
The water gleaming like a shield, 
The oast-house in the elms concealed, 
Nor see, from heaven’s chalice-rim, 
The vintaged sunset brim, 
Nor yet the high, suspended star 
Hanging eternally afar. 
These things would be, but not for him. 
At summer noon he would not lie 
One with his cutter’s rise and dip, 
Free with the wind and sea and sky, 
And watch the dappled waves go by, 
The sea-gulls scream and slip; 
White sails, white birds, white clouds, white foam, 
White cliffs that curled the love of home 
Around him like a whip…. 
He would not see that summer noon 
Fade into dusk from light, 
While he on shifting waters bright 
Sailed idly on, beneath the moon 
Climbing the dome of night. 
This was his dream of happy things 
That he had loved through many springs, 
And never more might know. 
But man must pass the shrouded gate 
Companioned by his secret fate, 
And he must lonely go, 
And none can help or understand, 
For other men may touch his hand, 
But none the soul below.

About the Author
Victoria Mary Sackville-West

Victoria Mary Sackville-West, (1892 – 1962), usually known as Vita Sackville-West, was an English poet, novelist, and garden designer. A successful and prolific novelist, poet, and journalist during her lifetime—she was twice awarded the Hawthornden Prize for Imaginative Literature: in 1927 for her pastoral epic, The Land, and in 1933 for her Collected Poems—today she is chiefly remembered for the celebrated garden at Sissinghurst she created with her diplomat husband, Sir Harold Nicolson. She is also remembered as the inspiration for the androgynous protagonist of the historical romp, Orlando: A Biography by her famous friend and admirer, Virginia Woolf, with whom she had a brief affair.

Sackville-West was a writer and author of novels. The Edwardians (1930) and All Passion Spent (1931) are perhaps her best-known novels today. In the latter, the elderly Lady Slane courageously embraces a long suppressed sense of freedom and whimsy after a lifetime of convention. This novel was dramatized by the BBC in 1986 starring Dame Wendy Hiller. Her science-fantasy Grand Canyon (1942) is a "cautionary tale" (as she termed it) about a Nazi invasion of an unprepared United States. The book takes an unsuspected twist, however, that makes it something more than a typical invasion yarn.

In 1947 Sackville-West was made a Companion of Honour for her services to literature. The same year she began a weekly column in The Observer called "In your Garden". In 1948 she became a founder member of the National Trust's garden committee.
She is less well known as a biographer. The most famous of those works is her biography of Saint Joan of Arc in the work of the same name. Additionally, she composed a dual biography of Saint Teresa of Ávila and Thérèse of Lisieux entitled The Eagle and the Dove, a biography of the author Aphra Behn, and a biography of her maternal grandmother, the Spanish dancer known as Pepita.

Sackville-West's long narrative poem, The Land, won the Hawthornden Prize in 1927. She won it again, becoming the only writer to do so, in 1933 with her Collected Poems.

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