Dreams of Autumn
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When through the heat of some long afternoon In blazing August, on the grass I lie, And watch the white clouds move across the sky, On whose azure is faintly etched the moon, That, when the evening deepens, will be soon The brightest figure of those hosts on high, My heart is discontented, and I sigh, For Autumn and its vapours; till I swoon Upon the vision of October days In dreaming London, when each mighty tree Sheds daily more brown showers through the haze, Which lends each street Romance and Mystery— When pallid silver Sunshine only gleams On that grey Lovers' City of Sweet Dreams. Isle of Grain, 1916. |
To Carlton Berry
Killed in an Aeroplane Accident, July, 1916
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It was Thy will, O God. And so he died! For seventeen sweet years he was a child Upon whose grace Thy loving-kindness smiled, For he was clean, and full of youthful pride; And, when his years drew on, then Thou denied That he by man's estate should be defiled, And so Thou call'st him to Thy presence mild To be with Thee for ever, by Thy side. Nor is he dead! He lives in three great spheres. His soul is with Thee in Thy home above: His influence,—with friends of former years: His memory with those he used to love. He is an emblem of that Trinity With whom he lives in happy ecstasy. Isle of Grain, 1916. |