James Hebblethwaite Poems

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1.
The Symbol

Thus pass the glories of the world!
He lies beneath the pall’s white folds:
His sword is sheathed, his pennon furled,
Him silence holds.
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2.
Perdita

The sea coast of Bohemia
Is pleasant to the view
When singing larks spring from the grass
To fade into the blue,
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3.
Wanderers

AS I rode in the early dawn,
While stars were fading white,
I saw upon a grassy slope
A camp-fire burning bright;
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4.
Merrymind

MERRYMIND, Merrymind, whither art thou roaming?
Merrymind, Merrymind, nay, art thou sleeping yet?
Oh, to us, sweet minstrel dear, wilt thou not be homing?
Or we shall forget.
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