- Birthright
Lord Rameses of Egypt sighed
Because a summer evening passed;
And little Ariadne cried
That summer fancy fell at last
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- Interlude
What love is; how I love; how builders' clay
By love is lit into a golden spending;
How love calls beautiful ghosts back to the day;
How life because of love shall have no ending,
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- To My Son
(AGED SIXTEEN)
Dear boy unborn: the son but of my dream,
Promise of yet unrisen day,
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- Southampton Bells
I
Long ago some builder thrust
Heavenward in Southampton town
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- Gold
There is a castle on a hill,
So far into the sky,
That birds that from the valley-beds
Up to the turrets fly,
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