Sydney Wheeler Jephcott
Sydney Wheeler Jephcott Poems
- A Ballad Of The Last King Of T... There was a King of Thule ...
- The Dreamers HAVE courage, O my comradry of dreamers! ...
- A Fragment But, under all, my heart believes the day Was ...
- White Paper SNOWY-SMOOTH beneath the pen— Richest field ...
- Splitting Morning. Out from the hut at break of day, ...
- Home-Woe The wreckage of some name-forgotten barque, ...
- Chaucer O gracious morning eglantine, Making the far old ...
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A Ballad Of The Last King Of Thule
There was a King of Thule
Whom a Witch-wife stole at birth;
In a country known but newly,
All under the dumb, huge Earth.
That King's in a Forest toiling;
And he never the green sward delves
But he sees all his green waves boiling
Over his sands and shelves;
In these sunsets vast and fiery,
In these dawns divine he sees
Hy-Brasil, Mannan and Eire,
And the Isle of Appletrees;
He watches, heart-still and breathless,
The clouds through the deep day trailing,
As the white-winged vessels gathered,
Into his ...