Carol and Cadence New poems: MDCCCCII-MDCCCCVII: By John Payne |
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 | Carol and Cadence |  |
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Here on the broad sea-beach the shadow lingers,
Though August burns and blazes over land
And sea,
And in the footsteps of the sun ensuing,
This now effacing and that now renewing,
On the white sand
Draws, in black pigment, with fantastic fingers,
Strange disembodied shapes of rock and stone and tree.
Though August burns and blazes over land
And sea,
And in the footsteps of the sun ensuing,
This now effacing and that now renewing,
On the white sand
Draws, in black pigment, with fantastic fingers,
Strange disembodied shapes of rock and stone and tree.
So, in some far phantasmal world, unlighted
By any least consolatory star,
Might one
Imagine phantoms of a past Creation,
Void wrecks of many a vast and nameless nation,
By the faint far
Remembered radiance of some moon benighted
Grave-marked or traced by some long dead and darkened sun.
By any least consolatory star,
Might one
Imagine phantoms of a past Creation,
Void wrecks of many a vast and nameless nation,
By the faint far
Remembered radiance of some moon benighted
Grave-marked or traced by some long dead and darkened sun.
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Here, in the forefront of the summer splendour,
Their sombre ensigns of the underworld
They flaunt,
Memorials of forgot funereal manors,
And to King August, with his blazing banners,
In heaven unfurled,
Homage refusing with the rest to render,
Shake in his face their fists sinister, sable, gaunt.
Their sombre ensigns of the underworld
They flaunt,
Memorials of forgot funereal manors,
And to King August, with his blazing banners,
In heaven unfurled,
Homage refusing with the rest to render,
Shake in his face their fists sinister, sable, gaunt.
So in man's soul the sudden resurrection,
In mid-contentment, of the sorry Past,
Above
The shrouding soil by wayward thought projected,
The shadows of old sorrows recollected
On joy doth cast
And blackens present bliss with past dejection,
Recalcitrant to all the rays of Life and Love.
In mid-contentment, of the sorry Past,
Above
The shrouding soil by wayward thought projected,
The shadows of old sorrows recollected
On joy doth cast
And blackens present bliss with past dejection,
Recalcitrant to all the rays of Life and Love.
Blacker they stand against the sun, the higher
His radiance blazes in the heaven of bliss:
Their shade
Upon Life's sands obscurer shows, austerer,
The fuller is its summer and the clearer
Its heaven is:
Nay, for their spells, it seems, the clouds draw nigher
And from their aspect oft Life's sun and summer fade.
His radiance blazes in the heaven of bliss:
Their shade
Upon Life's sands obscurer shows, austerer,
The fuller is its summer and the clearer
Its heaven is:
Nay, for their spells, it seems, the clouds draw nigher
And from their aspect oft Life's sun and summer fade.
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