The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley [i.e. J. B. L. Warren] |
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CONCLUSION
'Tis gone, the land of dreams! a greyer sky
Has leadened all the beaming sunrise zone;
The hard world wakes in cold reality,
Romance hath still'd her music, touch and tone.
Has leadened all the beaming sunrise zone;
The hard world wakes in cold reality,
Romance hath still'd her music, touch and tone.
It was a land of heroes, and of streams
Rolling gigantic music; dreadful heights
Beetled beneath the thunder clouds, with gleams
Of a wild sunset spread in flying lights.
Rolling gigantic music; dreadful heights
Beetled beneath the thunder clouds, with gleams
Of a wild sunset spread in flying lights.
Or emerald valleys, myrtle growths embayed,
Whereby the masted streamers fluttering ride,
Where wakeful fountains rippled on, nor stayed
The night-long murmur of their lisping tide.
Whereby the masted streamers fluttering ride,
Where wakeful fountains rippled on, nor stayed
The night-long murmur of their lisping tide.
The maiden waits by some enchanted spring:
His charger watches by a bleeding knight:
The fairy princess leads her elves a ring:
The ogre crashes down the pinewood's height.
His charger watches by a bleeding knight:
The fairy princess leads her elves a ring:
The ogre crashes down the pinewood's height.
Gone? all shall go, the fable and the truth;
Ambrosial glimpses of an antique day,
Lost, as the love dream of a withered youth
In wintry eyes where charmèd laughter lay.
Ambrosial glimpses of an antique day,
Lost, as the love dream of a withered youth
In wintry eyes where charmèd laughter lay.
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