Sydney Wheeler Jephcott Deep Poems
- 1. Splitting
Morning.
Out from the hut at break of day,
And up the hills in the dawning grey;
... - 2. Home-woe
The wreckage of some name-forgotten barque,
Half-buried by the dolorous shore;
Whereto the living waters never more
Their urgent billows pour;
... - 3. The Dreamers
HAVE courage, O my comradry of dreamers!
All things, except mere Earth, are ours.
We pluck its passions for our flowers.
Dawn-dyed our great cloud-banners toss their streamers
... - 4. A Ballad Of The Last King Of Thule
There was a King of Thule
Whom a Witch-wife stole at birth;
In a country known but newly,
All under the dumb, huge Earth.
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