 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
NIGHT
(A Sonnet.)
Thou comest, Night divine! to free once more
From money-changer's din, from selfish riot,
And dower with peace and deep cathedral quiet
This Temple grand. Thou comest, come once more!
From money-changer's din, from selfish riot,
And dower with peace and deep cathedral quiet
This Temple grand. Thou comest, come once more!
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We had forgot the whispers of the shore,
We had forgot the greenwood's solemn voices,
Our smiles were ready, but the heart rejoices
Not with the soul-delighting thrill of yore.
We had forgot the greenwood's solemn voices,
Our smiles were ready, but the heart rejoices
Not with the soul-delighting thrill of yore.
Wave o'er this fruit whereof we perish, eating,
Thy disenchanting wand, that we may know
The dead-sea flavour 'neath the luscious glow.
Thy disenchanting wand, that we may know
The dead-sea flavour 'neath the luscious glow.
O come, that we may hear once more the greeting,
And hearing live, of Hy-Brasilian lays
Whose voice we dreamt of, in the early days!
And hearing live, of Hy-Brasilian lays
Whose voice we dreamt of, in the early days!
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