Poems Lyrical and Dramatic By Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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HOPES OF YOUTH AND AGE.
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HOPES OF YOUTH AND AGE.
Whither away, ye birds of morning,
Into the sunrise away, away?
Suddenly fled without word or warning
To meet the light of the rising day,
By green field and fallow, by deep seas and shallow,
Away.
Into the sunrise away, away?
Suddenly fled without word or warning
To meet the light of the rising day,
By green field and fallow, by deep seas and shallow,
Away.
Where are we flown at the young day's breaking?
Into the sunrise suddenly flown,
With no grace asked, and with no leave-taking,
To meet the sun in a land unknown.—
To the unborn we wander in far fields out yonder
Unsown.
Into the sunrise suddenly flown,
With no grace asked, and with no leave-taking,
To meet the sun in a land unknown.—
To the unborn we wander in far fields out yonder
Unsown.
Whither away, ye birds of even,
Under the sunset, away, away?
Suddenly fled into depths of Heaven
To chase the light of the dying day,
Over hills, along ledges, by ocean's white edges,
Away.
Under the sunset, away, away?
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To chase the light of the dying day,
Over hills, along ledges, by ocean's white edges,
Away.
Where are we fled at the old day's setting?
Into the sunset suddenly fled,
Fled without parting, without regretting,
To chase the sun to his dark death-bed.—
We are hopes frail and hollow, that fleet and that follow
The dead.
Into the sunset suddenly fled,
Fled without parting, without regretting,
To chase the sun to his dark death-bed.—
We are hopes frail and hollow, that fleet and that follow
The dead.
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