William Bell Scott Poems

There was a time before the chick could fly,
But still was screened by the maternal wing,
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Within the unchanging twilight
Of the high land of the gods,
Between the murmuring fountain
And the Ash-tree, tree of trees,
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The children in their best at last
Were gathered on the lawn,
By sex divided, or by ages classed;
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I.

It seems but yesterday, and yet
I was then but two years from school,
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Oisin, son of great Fingal,
Of Fenian race the last of all,
Longed to see his native land
With longing nothing could withstand.
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Is this indeed All-Hallow's day,
When fairies hold their annual play?
As out of school like bees they fly,
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Farewell, it is not much to say
When bright night follows pleasant day,
And when the traveller takes the way
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Now the tide is safe and high,
In the fresh'ning morning breeze,
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In life we judge and estimate,
With our dearest even debate,
And strive to hold the balance true
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Spring comes with all the firstlings of the year
Leaping around her, careless of the cold;
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