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“UNMOVED’
So many thoughts through my own brain have passed
Since these two died, so many a silent dream!
The crocus twice has dared the blast
And twice the sky grown blue within the stream.
Since these two died, so many a silent dream!
The crocus twice has dared the blast
And twice the sky grown blue within the stream.
Though rose may rival sister rose
And year by year the splendent dahlia vie
With the bright sunset-sky,
And lovelier lilies on the stream repose;
And year by year the splendent dahlia vie
With the bright sunset-sky,
And lovelier lilies on the stream repose;
Though in our same old land
Yet fairer women year by year may rise
With unchanged charm in younger eyes,
Love's sceptre still in white imperial hand;
Yet fairer women year by year may rise
With unchanged charm in younger eyes,
Love's sceptre still in white imperial hand;
Though singers one by one
May chant, when chainless thought, supreme,
Prevails at last, no Church's dream,
But sovereign morning's tribute to the sun;
May chant, when chainless thought, supreme,
Prevails at last, no Church's dream,
But sovereign morning's tribute to the sun;
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Though great deeds may abound
And still through many a maddening fight
Flame England's helm alight,—
Though clashing swords in our green lanes may sound;
And still through many a maddening fight
Flame England's helm alight,—
Though clashing swords in our green lanes may sound;
Though this be so, these silent graves
Will hearken not, the dead within will lie
Unmoved by sunlight, clamour of the waves,
Beauty of woman, thunders of the sky.
Will hearken not, the dead within will lie
Unmoved by sunlight, clamour of the waves,
Beauty of woman, thunders of the sky.
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