 | In the Dorian Mood |  |
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IN OLD HASTINGS
An hour ere dawn, when clustered stars are wan,
And such a mighty silence covers all
The world of sleep, which sleep still holds in thrall,
And such a shadow of night is yet upon
This old sea-township, whence all light hath gone,
Save where the roadway lamps, symmetrical,
Glint on red roof and dimly-bastioned wall,—
In the deep valley, a long hour ere dawn,
And such a mighty silence covers all
The world of sleep, which sleep still holds in thrall,
And such a shadow of night is yet upon
This old sea-township, whence all light hath gone,
Save where the roadway lamps, symmetrical,
Glint on red roof and dimly-bastioned wall,—
In the deep valley, a long hour ere dawn,
Only yon gleaming hill above the town,
And yon gray sea, whose dying lift and lapse
Along the beach murmur unceasingly,—
Only those twain would seem awake. Perhaps
They commune, and the mystery of the down
Is gathered to the secret of the sea!
And yon gray sea, whose dying lift and lapse
Along the beach murmur unceasingly,—
Only those twain would seem awake. Perhaps
They commune, and the mystery of the down
Is gathered to the secret of the sea!
| In the Dorian Mood | |