Poems with Fables in Prose By Frederic Herbert Trench |
 | 1. |
| I. |
|
| I. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 5. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
|
| I. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 5. |
| 6. |
| 7. |
| 8. |
| II. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| XIV. |
| XV. |
| XVI. |
| XVII. |
| XVIII. |
| II. |
| II. |
|
| 1. |
| 2. |
| 3. |
| 4. |
| 5. |
| 6. |
| 7. |
| 8. |
| 9. |
| 10. |
| 11. |
| 12. |
| 13. |
Woman's Song for a Soldier
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| III. |
 | Poems with Fables in Prose |  |
58
Woman's Song for a Soldier
From spans of the rosy cloud spread wide and clear,
(Sing aloft, rare bugles!)
From Atlantean headlands and seas aglow
The moon uplifted her cold, enchanted sphere,
And ghostly cruisers rode in the straits below.
“I had rather this moment's bliss than to bide in story
Famous ten thousand years on the lips of man,
And this light touch of thee, than the kiss of Glory!”
But I bade, “Go!” for his heart to the battle ran,
“Go, lover and mate!”
(Sing aloft, rare bugles!)
From Atlantean headlands and seas aglow
The moon uplifted her cold, enchanted sphere,
And ghostly cruisers rode in the straits below.
“I had rather this moment's bliss than to bide in story
Famous ten thousand years on the lips of man,
And this light touch of thee, than the kiss of Glory!”
But I bade, “Go!” for his heart to the battle ran,
“Go, lover and mate!”
Glory shall know him not nor his memory save,
(Peal, ye gay camp-bugles!)
Gone like the marsh-bird's shadow over his sleep.
The kiss that I gave him then was the last I gave,
And the cruisers are strown and crumbling in many a deep.
But they who at nightfall pierce and wax not dim,
And clouds, the white-fire-spirited flood of forms,
Who shine for ever, shall gather in dance for him,
The daughters of light and the hearts full of noble storms.
Hail, lover and mate!
(Peal, ye gay camp-bugles!)
Gone like the marsh-bird's shadow over his sleep.
The kiss that I gave him then was the last I gave,
And the cruisers are strown and crumbling in many a deep.
59
And clouds, the white-fire-spirited flood of forms,
Who shine for ever, shall gather in dance for him,
The daughters of light and the hearts full of noble storms.
Hail, lover and mate!
Let them that are weariless wander there into thee,
(Sound on, on, rare bugles!)
Let the white and exultant-spirited flood of forms,
Let the veils of the lightning assemble and dance for thee,
And the daughters of light and the mothers of noble storms.
Dark powers in whose veins runs blood of the sunrise
Arose for thee, so that thy proud ear was filled
With the beat so great that who obeys it dies,
And the chant so high that whoso sang was killed.
Hail, my lover and mate!
(Sound on, on, rare bugles!)
Let the white and exultant-spirited flood of forms,
Let the veils of the lightning assemble and dance for thee,
And the daughters of light and the mothers of noble storms.
Dark powers in whose veins runs blood of the sunrise
Arose for thee, so that thy proud ear was filled
With the beat so great that who obeys it dies,
And the chant so high that whoso sang was killed.
Hail, my lover and mate!
| Poems with Fables in Prose | |