George Edward Woodberry Poems
- 1. The Secret
Nightingales warble about it,
All night under blossom and star;
The wild swan is dying without it,
And the eagle crieth afar;
... - 2. Comrades
Where are the friends that I knew in my Maying,
In the days of my youth, in the first of my roaming?
We were dear; we were leal; O, far we went straying;
Now never a heart to my heart comes homing!-
... - 3. At Gibraltar
I
England, I stand on thy imperial ground,
Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow,
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