Feda with Other Poems Chiefly Lyrical. By Rennell Rodd ... With an Etching by Harper Pennington |
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A night wind, low and tender,
Is fretting the silver sedge,
While the moon in a mist of splendour
Lifts over the mountain edge.
Is fretting the silver sedge,
While the moon in a mist of splendour
Lifts over the mountain edge.
It marks with a soft insistance
The kiss of the earth and sky,
And reveals in a dream of distance
The hamlets perched on high.
The kiss of the earth and sky,
And reveals in a dream of distance
The hamlets perched on high.
Do you wonder what they are dreaming
In the mountain homes up there,
Where the first moonrays are streaming,
And the far-away seems near?
In the mountain homes up there,
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And the far-away seems near?
Do you think they muse and wonder
At the distant lands they see,
And say, “In the vales low under
“Are there folk who love like we?”
At the distant lands they see,
And say, “In the vales low under
“Are there folk who love like we?”
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