Sydney Dobell Poems
- 1. The Ballad Of Keith Of Ravelston
The murmur of the mourning ghost
That keeps the shadowy kine,
‘O Keith of Ravelston,
The sorrows of thy line!'
... - 2. Return!
Return, return! all night my lamp is burning,
All night, like it, my wide eyes watch and burn;
Like it, I fade and pale, when day returning
Bears witness that the absent can return,
... - 3. Laus Deo
In the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands.
At his belt the coffin nails, and the hammer in his hands.
The bed of state is hung with crape-the grand old bed where she was wed-
And like an upright corpse she sitteth gazing dumbly at the bed.
... - 4. A Chanted Calendar
First came the primrose,
On the bank high,
Like a maiden looking forth
From the window of a tower
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