 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
DEAD JOYS.
The joy in sunset, and the large delight
Of rains abundant, falling after heat;
The passionate joy it was to break and beat
With strenuous limbs the blown waves warm and white;
The vital peace that fills the summer's night;
The pensive joy, just touched with dreamy pain,
Of autumn twilights when dim woods complain
And the past summer haunts the inward sight;
Of rains abundant, falling after heat;
The passionate joy it was to break and beat
With strenuous limbs the blown waves warm and white;
The vital peace that fills the summer's night;
The pensive joy, just touched with dreamy pain,
Of autumn twilights when dim woods complain
And the past summer haunts the inward sight;
The joy of travel and acquaintanceship
With lordly towns and many a sung-of place
Whose names are in man's ear and on his lip,—
All these for me are over now and done,
Since that essential life which lit the sun
Death has eclipsed, darkening my lady's face.
With lordly towns and many a sung-of place
Whose names are in man's ear and on his lip,—
All these for me are over now and done,
Since that essential life which lit the sun
Death has eclipsed, darkening my lady's face.
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