POETRY.
THE SEVERN SEA.
0 FAIRY Sleep, take thou my hand
And lead me down some long dream-lane Hid in the heart of that dear land Where, from a brambled hill, again I may behold those dim, grey towers That soared between the mist and me; Where, through a silver veil of showers, Glimmers the distant Severn Sea.
Strange calm that thrills the fretful heart
From that far-shining, steadfast gleam 1 Life drops her motley, steps apart
With folded hands awhile to dream; Deep in her eyes what vision dwells Of splendour, pride, or mystery When the sweet surge of evening bells Besets the darkening Severn Sea P Pale fairy Sleep, who dost invest The blind abyss of piteous night,
I too have dreams, that to the West
Wing their unswerving, hopeless flight—.
For ever as the skies enlace Their skeins of starry fantasy I seek again one wistful face Beside the enchanted Severn Sea.
0 brave, unsullied Western land, Where love is more than fame or birth!
Oft have we roamed thee, hand in hand, One with the passion of the earth ; But now our voices call in vain, And the hot tears are spent for thee : Might we but live and love again Within the sound of Severn Sea!
WILFRID L. RANDELL.
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