Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel Poems

In the twilight, in the twilight,
Sounding softly, sounding low,
Float some cadences enchanted,
Eerie songs of long ago.
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If our love may fail, Lily,
If our love may fail,
What will mere life avail, Lily,
Mere life avail?
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I travell'd over many lakes and rivers,
In floating trees men hollow'd with an adze
For a canoe, my rowers with wild song
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TIME spake to me: 'Behold!
I slay your dearest one!
And with him, dead beneath the churchyard mould,
Your living heart I bury from the sun!'
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I HAVE come to pleasant places on my way:
Angels beholding might be lured from heaven!
And in the course of my long wandering
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Hail, royal ocean! in thy presence-chamber
Arrived, I feel thy deep abounding life
Transfused into my blood, replenishing
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Solemnly purple night reigns over me,
With all the solemn glory of her stars.
Sublime star-worlds, who never have disdain'd
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Yonder, lo! the tide is flowing;
Clamber, while the breeze is blowing,
Down to where a soft foam flusters
Dulse and fairy feathery clusters!
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The Minster glory lies engulfed in gloom,
With mournful music throbbing deep and low,
And all the jewelled joy within Her eyes
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My little boy at Christmas-tide
Made me a toy cross;
Two sticks he did, in boyish pride,
With brazen nail emboss.
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