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HIS MARRIAGE
“Across the moor a solemn rook
Flaps bedward. Turn, Delight, and look
From east to west, where downward slips
The midday student of your lips
And freckles. He would have you stay,
Before you touch that disarray
Of hair, as when he wildly threw,
Or so it seemed, his heart to you
In joy from his tremendous tower of blue.
Flaps bedward. Turn, Delight, and look
From east to west, where downward slips
The midday student of your lips
And freckles. He would have you stay,
Before you touch that disarray
Of hair, as when he wildly threw,
Or so it seemed, his heart to you
In joy from his tremendous tower of blue.
“How worthy of a whispering bride
This ceremonial eventide,
This shutting of the golden book,
This moorland's benedictory look!
Are we together? Is it true
That I am handfast here with you
At nightfall where at noon we found
A harebell camp, with bracken round,
And hid, and smiled, and loved on holy ground?
This ceremonial eventide,
This shutting of the golden book,
This moorland's benedictory look!
Are we together? Is it true
That I am handfast here with you
At nightfall where at noon we found
A harebell camp, with bracken round,
And hid, and smiled, and loved on holy ground?
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“How long we lived apart! How long
Did letters, each a clearer song,
Convey the truth from shire to shire
Till hearts were aching with desire
To hear the living voice, and tell
In sound what Love had writ so well.
Time dropped at last a thornless day
While faring smoothly on his way,
And his September was our First of May.
Did letters, each a clearer song,
Convey the truth from shire to shire
Till hearts were aching with desire
To hear the living voice, and tell
In sound what Love had writ so well.
Time dropped at last a thornless day
While faring smoothly on his way,
And his September was our First of May.
“You blossomed near a furze-bush. There
My startled spirit was aware
That Tenderness had given birth
To you, and consecrated Earth,
And chosen both of us to be
Renowned in Love's Anthology.
Flower of the heathland, yet again,
Before we find the curving lane,
Bloom on my heart and whisper of my reign!”
My startled spirit was aware
That Tenderness had given birth
To you, and consecrated Earth,
And chosen both of us to be
Renowned in Love's Anthology.
Flower of the heathland, yet again,
Before we find the curving lane,
Bloom on my heart and whisper of my reign!”
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