Sydney Dobell Cold 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. 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.
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