William Bell Scott Poems

Once a rose ever a rose, we say,
One we loved and who loved us
Remains beloved though gone from day;
To human hearts it must be thus,
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Sisters! sisters Nine and mine!
Take my latest lustral wine;
This lyre no more to be attuned by me,
I dedicate,
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And yet I am as one who looks behind,
A traveller in a shadowed land astray,
Passing and lost upon the boundary
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‘I shall not think of it again,’
He said, but took with him the pain
Starting for a distant goal:
Years after, in another land,
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Give me but fame! the poetaster cries,
Standing on tiptoe so to touch the skies.
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I.
The three words yet to dominate
This world with peace and love elate,
We rede upon the ruined wall Palatial,
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Speech is silver, silence gold:
Speech goes out,
Speech roams about,
To market flies, is bought and sold:
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Job heard a sweet sound, Job awoke,
And saw a faint white light,
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Welcome, Spring, too long delayed,
Kindest, most reluctant maid:
Sweetest of younger sisters, simplest one
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When Columba brought his band
From old Erin's Christian land
To Iona's rock-bound strand,
He brought for each a sack of corn
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