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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
 
Mooni
By Henry Kendall (1839–1882)
 
  HE that is by Mooni now
Sees the water-sapphires gleaming
Where the River Spirit, dreaming,
Sleeps by fall and fountain streaming
  Under lute of leaf and bough!—        5
Hears what stamp of Storm with stress is,
Psalms from unseen wildernesses
Deep amongst far hill-recesses—
  He that is by Mooni now.
 
  Yea, for him by Mooni’s marge        10
Sings the yellow-hair’d September,
With the face the gods remember,
When the ridge is burnt to ember,
  And the dumb sea chains the barge!
Where the mount like molten brass is,        15
Down beneath fern-feather’d passes
Noonday dew in cool green grasses
  Gleams on him by Mooni’s marge.
 
  Who that dwells by Mooni yet,
Feels in flowerful forest arches        20
Smiting wings and breath that parches
Where strong Summer’s path of march is,
  And the suns in thunder set!
Housed beneath the gracious kirtle
Of the shadowy water-myrtle—        25
Winds may kiss with heat and hurtle,
  He is safe by Mooni yet!
 
  Days there were when he who sings
(Dumb so long through passion’s losses)
Stood where Mooni’s water crosses        30
Shining tracks of green-hair’d mosses,
  Like a soul with radiant wings:
Then the psalm the wind rehearses—
Then the song the stream disperses—
Lent a beauty to his verses,        35
  Who to-night of Mooni sings.
 
  Ah, the theme—the sad, gray theme!
Certain days are not above me,
Certain hearts have ceased to love me,
Certain fancies fail to move me,        40
  Like the effluent morning dream.
Head whereon the white is stealing,
Heart whose hurts are past all healing,
Where is now the first, pure feeling?
  Ah, the theme—the sad, gray theme!
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        45
  Still to be by Mooni cool—
Where the water-blossoms glister,
And by gleaming vale and vista
Sits the English April’s sister,
  Soft and sweet and wonderful!        50
Just to rest beneath the burning
Outer world—its sneers and spurning;
Ah, my heart—my heart is yearning
  Still to be by Mooni cool!
 
 
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