 | A Selection from Unpublished Poems |  |
8
CLIFFWOOD.
By Cliffwood rocks I took my way
With sorrow-sunken mind,
As slowly waned the ling'ring day
To labour-worn mankind.
No shadow fell on slope or dell,
'Twas sunless, though not wet;
The sun was clouded off to me,
I saw not where it set.
With sorrow-sunken mind,
As slowly waned the ling'ring day
To labour-worn mankind.
No shadow fell on slope or dell,
'Twas sunless, though not wet;
The sun was clouded off to me,
I saw not where it set.
I pass'd the lawn where once I sought
My joy at Mary's door,
And where I linger'd still in thought,
When I was there no more.
For while all gay in merry play,
We there at evening met,
Unheeded sank the hornèd moon,
I saw not when it set.
My joy at Mary's door,
And where I linger'd still in thought,
When I was there no more.
For while all gay in merry play,
We there at evening met,
Unheeded sank the hornèd moon,
I saw not when it set.
I came from foreign lands, once more
By that dear way to roam;
But she's no longer at her door,
She's at a better home.
That she had lain one day in pain
No tidings did I get;
My sun went down unknown to me,
I knew not when it set.
By that dear way to roam;
But she's no longer at her door,
She's at a better home.
That she had lain one day in pain
No tidings did I get;
My sun went down unknown to me,
I knew not when it set.
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