Virna Sheard Poems

Fare not too far, my own,
Down ways all strange and new,
For I must find alone,
The road that leads to you.
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I grieve to think the little gods have vanished,-
The half-gods with the vine-leaves in their hair;
I sorrow much the goat-foot Pan is banished,
And that the Dryads are not anywhere.
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As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea,
These rounded summer days fall back into eternity.
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Oh haste, my Sweet! Impatient now I wait,
The crescent moon swings low, it groweth late,
A night bird sings, of Life, and Love, and Fate!
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Lord of all Life! When my hours are done,
Take me and make me anew--
And give me back to the earth and the sun,
And the sky's unlimited blue.
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'Some day,' I said, 'before Life is over,
I will shut my house door, and will be a rover.'
Under the sky where the great stars roll,
I will search for my faith, and search for my soul.
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In that one darkest hour, before the dawn is here,
Each soul of us goes sailing, close to the coast of Fear.
There in the windless quiet, from out the folded black,
The things we have forgotten-or would forget-come back.
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Whate'er betides, all beauty still is mine,
I drink-as did the old gods-of its wine!
Though Times should dim my eyes, yet I have seen
The hills and hollows gay with gold and green:
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The thought of thee is like a swinging tune,
A little swinging tune I seem to hear;
The thought of thee is like the breeze of June
Blowing across the winter of the year!
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That all freedom may abide
Carry on!
For the brave who fought and died,
Carry on!
England's flag so long adored
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