Feda with Other Poems Chiefly Lyrical. By Rennell Rodd ... With an Etching by Harper Pennington |
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NIGHT VOICES.
Row no more now, stay thy hand,
Only drift along and dream;
What voices of the stranger land
Float singing o'er the stream!
Under yon low-shadowed shore
Mingles song with plash of oar,
Stay a moment, row no more!
Only drift along and dream;
What voices of the stranger land
Float singing o'er the stream!
Under yon low-shadowed shore
Mingles song with plash of oar,
Stay a moment, row no more!
Ruddy lights gleam here and there
Where the quiet hamlets are,—
Folk whose songs are sweet to hear
Under summer night and star,—
Row no more, the stream is strong
Swift, too swift we drift along,
Let us linger with the song!
Where the quiet hamlets are,—
Folk whose songs are sweet to hear
Under summer night and star,—
Row no more, the stream is strong
Swift, too swift we drift along,
Let us linger with the song!
Freshens breeze and on the prow
Beat the ripples rushing by,
Faint the voices echo now;—
Glides a glimmer up the sky,
Then a cloud grows silver-lined,
Mountain edges more defined,
Somewhere lurks the moon behind:
Beat the ripples rushing by,
Faint the voices echo now;—
Glides a glimmer up the sky,
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Mountain edges more defined,
Somewhere lurks the moon behind:
Dies the last shrill note away,—
Row once more now, row once more;
We must pass, and these must stay
On their own low-shadowed shore;
Rovers of the world are we,
Murmur not that thou art free
Till the river finds the sea.
Row once more now, row once more;
We must pass, and these must stay
On their own low-shadowed shore;
Rovers of the world are we,
Murmur not that thou art free
Till the river finds the sea.
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