Thomas Runciman Sea Poems

  • 1.
    “And there shall be no night there and they
    need no candle, and neither light of the sun;
    for the Lord God giveth them Light.”

    ...
  • 2.
    What though my voice cease like a moan o' the wind?
    Not the less shall I
    Cast on this life a kindly eye,
    Glad if through its mystery
    ...
  • 3.
    Though here fair blooms the rose and the woodbine waves on high,
    And oak and elm and bracken frond enrich the rolling lea,
    And winds as if from Arcady breathe joy as they go by,
    Yet I yearn and I pine for my North Countrie.
    ...
  • 4.
    Dirge the sorrows by time made dim:
    Seas are sullen in rain and mist.
    Regret the woes that behind us swim:
    Sullen's the north and grey the east.
    ...
  • 5.
    Dry light reverberates, colour withdrawing
    Into a sky so white, sight cannot follow it.
    While in the shadows cast, rich hues, intenser
    Far than in light spaces, offer me gladness.
    ...
  • 6.
    “What traveller soever wander here
    In quest of peace and what is best of pleasure,
    Let not his hope be overcast and drear
    Because I, Death, am here to fix the measure
    ...
  • 7.
    How good some years of life may be!
    Ah, once it was not guessed by me,
    Past years would shine, like some bright sea,
    In golden dusks of memory.
    ...
  • 8.
    A gurly breeze swept from the pool
    The Autumn peace so blue and cool,
    Which all day long had dreamed thereon
    Of men and things aforetime gone,
    ...
Total 8 Sea Poems by Thomas Runciman

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