Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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THE LAMENT FOR CHEIRON |
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THE LAMENT FOR CHEIRON
Through the deer's-milk and the sorrel,
Where the beeches shred,
I lament for Cheiron!
Where the hawk is over head
And the wood-dove is in peril,
I lament for Cheiron.
Where the beeches shred,
I lament for Cheiron!
Where the hawk is over head
And the wood-dove is in peril,
I lament for Cheiron.
In the grove of the venomed arrow,
Where his blood was in a pool,
Where I plucked the plantain
With the leaves that heal and cool,
With the vervain and the yarrow,
I lament for Cheiron.
Where his blood was in a pool,
Where I plucked the plantain
With the leaves that heal and cool,
With the vervain and the yarrow,
I lament for Cheiron.
Where afar he reared up heroes
'Mid the rocks of honeycomb,
I lament for Cheiron;
Where the wild goat never clomb,
In a gulley where no flower grows
I lament for Cheiron.
'Mid the rocks of honeycomb,
I lament for Cheiron;
Where the wild goat never clomb,
In a gulley where no flower grows
I lament for Cheiron.
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Where in the valley's cover
The sun shoots up and sings
In the soft of sundown;
Where the black moths spread their wings,
And furl them again and hover
I lament for Cheiron.
The sun shoots up and sings
In the soft of sundown;
Where the black moths spread their wings,
And furl them again and hover
I lament for Cheiron.
In the heights above the coppice
Where the desert-land is high
I lament for Cheiron;
Where the crag-tops are moist with sky,
In a crevice of wild poppies
I lament for Cheiron.
Where the desert-land is high
I lament for Cheiron;
Where the crag-tops are moist with sky,
In a crevice of wild poppies
I lament for Cheiron.
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