 | The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes |  |
THRENODY.
Far away,
As we hear
The song of wild swans winging
Through the day,
The thought of him, who is no more, comes ringing
On my ear.
As we hear
The song of wild swans winging
Through the day,
The thought of him, who is no more, comes ringing
On my ear.
Gentle fear
On the breast
Of my memory comes breaking,
Near and near,
As night winds' murmurous music waking
Seas at rest.
On the breast
Of my memory comes breaking,
Near and near,
As night winds' murmurous music waking
Seas at rest.
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As the blest
Tearful eye
Sees the sun, behind the ocean,
Red i'th' west,
Grow pale, and in changing hues and fading motion
Wane and die:
Tearful eye
Sees the sun, behind the ocean,
Red i'th' west,
Grow pale, and in changing hues and fading motion
Wane and die:
So do I
Wake or dream
[OMITTED]
Wake or dream
| The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | |