The Poems of Rosamund Marriott Watson
The Poems of Rosamund Marriott Watson
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Clothed with the sun he breaks to song — In vague remembrance, deep delight — Of dim green worlds, forsaken long. Of leaf-hung dawn and dewy night.
My prisoning bars, transfigured too.
Fade with the day, forsworn, forgot — Melt in a golden mist — and you Are here, although you know it not.
236 Serenade W SERENADE 'HO is it sings the gypsies' song to-night To muted strings, Deep in the Hnden shade, beyond the light My casement flings ?
Can it be Death who sings ? Ah no, not he, For he is old, — ...His voice is like the murmur of the sea When light grows cold.
Who is it sings once more, once more again The gypsy song ? — Song of the open road, the starry plain Estranged so long : — " Come to the woods, come, for the woods are green, The sweet airs blow. The hawthorn boughs the forest boles between Are white as snow. " . . .
The wet leaves stir ; the dim trees dream again Of vanished Springs : — Out in the night, out in the slow, soft rain.
My lost youth sings.
Aubade 237 AUBADE To H.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Clothed with the sun he breaks to song — In vague remembrance, deep delight — Of dim green worlds, forsaken long. Of leaf-hung dawn and dewy night.
My prisoning bars, transfigured too.
Fade with the day, forsworn, forgot — Melt in a golden mist — and you Are here, although you know it not.
236 Serenade W SERENADE 'HO is it sings the gypsies' song to-night To muted strings, Deep in the Hnden shade, beyond the light My casement flings ?
Can it be Death who sings ? Ah no, not he, For he is old, — ...His voice is like the murmur of the sea When light grows cold.
Who is it sings once more, once more again The gypsy song ? — Song of the open road, the starry plain Estranged so long : — " Come to the woods, come, for the woods are green, The sweet airs blow. The hawthorn boughs the forest boles between Are white as snow. " . . .
The wet leaves stir ; the dim trees dream again Of vanished Springs : — Out in the night, out in the slow, soft rain.
My lost youth sings.
Aubade 237 AUBADE To H.
What to read after The Poems of Rosamund Marriott Watson?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Rosamund Marriott Watson to read onlineMoreLess
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