< Page:Poems and ballads (IA balladspoems00swinrich).pdf
For thou, if ever godlike foot there trod
The shadow stayed not, but the splendour stays,
Like sunrise never wholly risen, nor yet
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
IN THE BAY.
17
xviii.
These fields of ours, wert surely like a god.
Who knows what splendour of strange dreams was shed
With sacred shadow and glimmer of gold and red
From hallowed windows, over stone and sod,
On thine unbowed bright insubmissive head?
xix.
Our brother, till the last of English days.
No day nor night on English earth shall be
For ever, spring nor summer, Junes nor Mays,
But somewhat as a sound or gleam of thee
Shall come on us like morning from the sea.
xx.
Quenched; or like sunset never wholly set,
This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is licensed under Creative Commons - Attribution - Sharealike. Additional terms may apply for the media files.