Thomas Sturge Moore High Poems
- 1. The Rower's Chant
ROW till the land dip 'neath
The sea from view.
Row till a land peep up,
A home for you.
... - 2. Aforetime
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,
At work I muse to you aloud;
Thought on my anvil softens, glows,
And I forget our art has foes;
... - 3. Renaissance
O happy soul, forget thy self!
This that has haunted all the past,
That conjured disappointments fast,
That never could let well alone;
... - 4. Rowers Chant
Row till the land dip 'neath
The sea from view.
Row till a land peep up,
A home for you.
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