Victor Daley Poems
|82.||Christmas In Australia||8/28/2012|
|84.||Day And Night||8/28/2012|
|89.||A Christmas Eve||8/28/2012|
|92.||A Sunset Fantasy||8/28/2012|
|93.||A Vision Of Youth||8/28/2012|
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 ...
A Christmas Eve
Good fellows are laughing and drinking
(To-night no heart should grieve),
But I am of old days thinking,
Alone, on Christmas Eve.
Old memories fast are springing
To life again; old rhymes
Once more in my brain are ringing,
Ah, God be with old times!