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From a London garden

Chapter 23: THE CUPBEARER
By Arthur St. John Adcock
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A collected series of lyrical poems moves between urban and rural imagery to reflect on love, mortality, time, memory, and moral growth. The poet uses concise, imagistic language and varied meters to meditate on human experience: longing and loss, pride and humility, the rhythms of city life and quiet country scenes, the passage of days and seasons, death and consolation. Voices range from personal confession to philosophical observation, with elegiac tones, religious reflection, and celebration of steadfastness. Recurring motifs—light and shadow, dawn and evening, gardens and streets—bind individual pieces into a contemplative portrait of inner life amid modern surroundings.

THE CUPBEARER

The beauty of the world but runs to waste,
For sunrise after sunrise comes and goes
And leaves no trace of all its splendour gone,
And sunset after sunset, like the sea
We cross in dreams to reach the gates of God,
Ebbs far and farther, and is seen no more;
Night through her billowy clouds upswings the moon
And blurs the dark with flying mists of light,
Or bares her fathomless deeps of slumbrous calm
And silent hollows pebbled thick with stars,
But fades and is forgotten of the day;
And love and hope and joy and youth, and all
The bloom of life and sweetness of the year
Flows past us ever to its bourne of death,
Sings like a stream adown its sunny hill
And sighs through sunless places of the vale,
Its depths and shallows glimmering strangely flecked
With shadowed gloom and glory of earth and heaven,
Slips from our touch and flashes out of sight.
And even as it passes and is lost—
Ere yet it spills into the sunset sea
That far-off murmurs by the gates of God—
The immortal Hebe captive among men,
Art dips her golden cup into the stream
And lifts the living water to our lips
That we may taste how sweet is all we lose.