Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel Poems

I.
Where the twinkling river pushes
'Thwart the dipping swan,
All his ruffling down
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The cloud may sail there,
Day flow and fail there,
And the eagle fly,
Haze overshadow
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For me, true son of Erin, thou art rife,
Grand coast of Cornwall, cliff, and cave, and surge,
With glamour of the Kelt. Strong sons at strife
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Dancing and singing under tender stars,
In serene purple air! a rising moon
Charming all harshness from the fuming flame
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Now the mavis and the merle
Lavish their full hearts in song;
Peach and almond boughs unfurl
White and purple bloom along
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I. - NAY.
How may we trust Thee, Majesty Supreme!
We whose dim life fleets by, an idle dream,
Amid the ruining welter, and the wash
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I.
WHERE the child's joy-carol
Rang sweeter than the spheres,
There, centre of deep silence,
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They are waiting on the shore
For the bark to take them home;
They will toil and grieve no more;
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Is it sweet to look into one another's faces
Over where the clear laughing water races,
Where the herbs are all like delicate laces?
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Our early love was only dream!
Still a dream too fair for earth,
Hallowed in a faint far gleam,
Where the fairest flowers have birth,
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