Hall Caine Poems

VOCAL yet voiceless, lingering, lambent, white
With the wide wings of evening on the fell,
The tranquil vale, the enchanted citadel,-
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Over the peaks of huge crags uncreate,
Across the stricken stars' usurped demesne,
Through mutinous vapours to her realms terrene—
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‘Where lies the land of which thy soul would know? '
Beyond the wearied wold, the songless dell,
The purple grape and golden asphodel,
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