Stories that might be true With other poems: By Dora Greenwell |
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CROSSING THE FERRY.
I crossed this Ferry once before,
Still shines the castle as of yore
In evening light; as then I hear
The water rushing o'er the weir:
Still shines the castle as of yore
In evening light; as then I hear
The water rushing o'er the weir:
But not within this boat, as then,
Two dear companions cross again,—
A Friend, a Father—one in truth;
The other rich in hope and youth.
Two dear companions cross again,—
A Friend, a Father—one in truth;
The other rich in hope and youth.
One wrought on earth in quiet, he
Departed also silently;
The other foremost rushed, to fall
In storm and struggle first of all.
Departed also silently;
The other foremost rushed, to fall
In storm and struggle first of all.
Thus when my musing fancy strays
To thoughts of earlier, happier days,
Must I the dear companions miss
That Death has snatched away from this!
To thoughts of earlier, happier days,
Must I the dear companions miss
That Death has snatched away from this!
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Yet, what so close binds friend to friend
As soul with kindred soul to blend?
Those hours that fled like spirits past
Still link me unto spirits fast!
As soul with kindred soul to blend?
Those hours that fled like spirits past
Still link me unto spirits fast!
Then take, oh! boatman, take the fee
That threefold now I tell to thee
With willing hand—for Spirits twain
Have cross'd the stream with me again!
That threefold now I tell to thee
With willing hand—for Spirits twain
Have cross'd the stream with me again!
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