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 | The Poetical Works of Andrew Lang |  |
185
On Calais Sands
On Calais Sands the gray began,
Then rosy red above the gray,
The morn with many a scarlet van
Leap'd, and the world was glad with May!
The little waves along the bay
Broke white upon the shelving strands;
The sea-mews flitted white as they
On Calais Sands.
Then rosy red above the gray,
The morn with many a scarlet van
Leap'd, and the world was glad with May!
The little waves along the bay
Broke white upon the shelving strands;
The sea-mews flitted white as they
On Calais Sands.
On Calais Sands must man with man
Wash honour clean in blood to-day;
On spaces wet from waters wan
How white the flashing rapiers play—
Parry, riposte! and lunge! The fray
Shifts for a while, then mournful stands
The victor: life ebbs fast away
On Calais Sands.
Wash honour clean in blood to-day;
On spaces wet from waters wan
How white the flashing rapiers play—
Parry, riposte! and lunge! The fray
Shifts for a while, then mournful stands
The victor: life ebbs fast away
On Calais Sands.
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On Calais Sands a little space
Of silence; then the splash and spray,
The sound of eager waves that ran
To kiss the perfumed locks astray,
To touch those lips that ne'er said ‘Nay’—
To dally with the helpless hands;
Till the deep sea in silence lay
On Calais Sands.
Of silence; then the splash and spray,
The sound of eager waves that ran
To kiss the perfumed locks astray,
To touch those lips that ne'er said ‘Nay’—
To dally with the helpless hands;
Till the deep sea in silence lay
On Calais Sands.
Between the lilac and the may
She waits her love from alien lands;
Her love is colder than the clay
On Calais Sands.
She waits her love from alien lands;
Her love is colder than the clay
On Calais Sands.
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