Digby Mackworth Dolben Poems

From falsehood and error,
From darkness and terror,
From all that is evil,
From the power of the devil,
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In the days before the high tide
Swept away the towers of sand
Built with so much care and labour
By the children of the land,
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'Twas not in shady cloister that God set His chosen one,
But in the van of battle and the streets of Babylon:
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ErwV ImeroV te.

I said to my heart,-'I am tired,
Am tired of loving in vain;
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Thou liest dead,-lie on: of thee
No sweet remembrances shall be,
Who never plucked Pierian rose,
Who never chanced on Anterôs.
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The sun has set.
The western light
And after that
The starlit night
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Press each on each, sweet wings, and roof me in
Some closèd cell to hold my weariness,
Desired-as from unshadowed plains to win
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Where in dawnward Sicily
Gentle rivers wed the sea,
Bitter life was given me.
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Think, kind Jesu, my salvation
Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation,
Leave me not to reprobation.
Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,
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The world is young today:
Forget the gods are old,
Forget the years of gold
When all the months were May
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