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BEFORE THIS NEW LORD CAME. |
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The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | ||
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IV. BEFORE THIS NEW LORD CAME.
Before this new Lord came into my house
It was a quiet place, — within its halls
Were gracious pictures that made glad the walls
With hints of Southern slopes and olive boughs,
Or saints that wore bright halos on their brows;
But now that here the new Lord's footstep falls,
Now that his voice the ancient peace appals
Where once from dreams soft music did arouse:
It was a quiet place, — within its halls
Were gracious pictures that made glad the walls
With hints of Southern slopes and olive boughs,
Or saints that wore bright halos on their brows;
But now that here the new Lord's footstep falls,
Now that his voice the ancient peace appals
Where once from dreams soft music did arouse:
Lo! all is changed. Gone the fair, pictured things,
And in their stead are many a grinning face,
And loathly shapes, and hurry of strange wings.
Shrieks rend the air, and blood-stained are the ways:
Yet — heard by me alone — a spirit sings,
This Lord shall not forever hold the place.
And in their stead are many a grinning face,
And loathly shapes, and hurry of strange wings.
Shrieks rend the air, and blood-stained are the ways:
Yet — heard by me alone — a spirit sings,
This Lord shall not forever hold the place.
The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | ||