Victor Daley


Victor Daley Poems

41. The Night Ride 8/28/2012
42. The Nightingale 8/28/2012
43. The Old Wife And The New 8/28/2012
44. The Poet Care 8/28/2012
45. The Quest Of Brahma 8/28/2012
46. The Rajah's Sapphires 8/28/2012
47. The River Maiden 8/28/2012
48. The Serpent's Legacy 8/28/2012
49. The Three Roads 8/28/2012
50. The Two Keys 8/28/2012
51. The Voice Of The Soul 8/28/2012
52. Passion Flower 8/28/2012
53. Players 8/28/2012
54. Poncé De Léon 8/28/2012
55. Poppies 8/28/2012
56. Questions 8/28/2012
57. To My Lady 8/28/2012
58. Unto This Last 8/28/2012
59. Villanelle 8/28/2012
60. Voices 8/28/2012
61. When London Calls 8/28/2012
62. Wrecked Illusions 8/28/2012
63. Years Ago 8/28/2012
64. Romance 8/28/2012
65. The Old Bohemian 8/28/2012
66. Over The Wine 8/28/2012
67. The Woman At The Washtub 8/28/2012
68. The Call Of The City 8/28/2012
69. A King In Exile 8/28/2012
70. A Picture 8/28/2012
71. A Vision Splendid 8/28/2012
72. A-Roving 8/28/2012
73. Amaranth 8/28/2012
74. Anna 8/28/2012
75. Aphrodite 8/28/2012
76. At The Opera 8/28/2012
77. Bacchanalian 8/28/2012
78. Bouquet And Bracelet 8/28/2012
79. Brunette 8/28/2012
80. Camilla 8/28/2012

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A Vision Of Youth

A horseman on a hilltop green
Drew rein, and wound his horn;
So bright he looked he might have been
The Herald of the Morn.

His steed was of the sovran strain
In Fancy's meadows bred,
And pride was in his tossing mane,
And triumph in his tread.

The rider's eyes like jewels glowed,
The World was in his hand,
As down the woodland way he rode
When Spring was in the land.

From golden hour to golden hour
For him the woodland sang.
And from the heart of every flower
A singing fairy sprang.

He rode along with rein so free,
And, as he ...

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A Ghost

Ghosts walk the Earth, that rise not from the grave.
The Dead Past hath its living dead. We see
All suddenly, at times, and shudder then,
Their faces pale, and sad accusing eyes.

Last night, within the crowded street, I saw
A Phantom from the Past, with pallid face
And hollow eyes, and pale, cold lips, and hair
Faded from that imperial hue of gold

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