| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| On His “Sonnets of the Wingless Hours” |
| | | Eugene Lee-Hamilton (b. 1845) |
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| I WROUGHT them like a targe of hammered gold | |
| On which all Troy is battling round and round; | |
| Or Circe’s cup, embossed with snakes that wound | |
| Through buds and myrtles, fold on scaly fold; | |
| Or like gold coins, which Lydian tombs may hold, | 5 |
| Stamped with winged racers, in the old red ground; | |
| Or twined gold armlets from the funeral mound | |
| Of some great viking, terrible of old. | |
| I know not in what metal I have wrought; | |
| Nor whether what I fashioned will be thrust | 10 |
| Beneath the clouds that hide forgotten thought; | |
| But if it is of gold it will not rust; | |
| And when the time is ripe it will be brought | |
| Into the sun, and glitter through its dust. | |
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