 | In memory of W. V.: William Canton |  |
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THE MANTELPIECE
The polished oaken lintel showed
Dusk forest, and a winding road.
The grain o' the oak-heart only? Nay,
We trod that road but yesterday.
Through hushed and haunted trees it wound,
To wishing-wells and faerie-ground.
Dusk forest, and a winding road.
The grain o' the oak-heart only? Nay,
We trod that road but yesterday.
Through hushed and haunted trees it wound,
To wishing-wells and faerie-ground.
The elfin horns blew crystal-clear!
No more we two those horns shall hear.
Her sprightly feet are lapped in clay—
Joy's very feet! O Yesterday!
Beloved playmate, are you dead?
Winifred! Winifred!
No more we two those horns shall hear.
Her sprightly feet are lapped in clay—
Joy's very feet! O Yesterday!
Beloved playmate, are you dead?
Winifred! Winifred!
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