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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
 
Simmenthal
By Frederic William Henry Myers (1843–1901)
 
FAR off the old snows ever new
With silver edges cleft the blue
  Aloft, alone, divine;
The sunny meadows silent slept,
Silence the sombre armies kept,        5
  The vanguard of the pine.
 
In that thin air the birds are still,
No ringdove murmurs on the hill
  Nor mating cushat calls;
But gay cicalas singing sprang,        10
And waters from the forest sang
  The song of waterfalls.
 
O Fate! a few enchanted hours
Beneath the firs, among the flowers,
  High on the lawn we lay,        15
Then turned again, contented well,
While bright about us flamed and fell
  The rapture of the day.
 
And softly with a guileless awe
Beyond the purple lake she saw        20
  The embattled summits glow;
She saw the glories melt in one,
The round moon rise, while yet the sun
  Was rosy on the snow.
 
Then like a newly singing bird        25
The child’s soul in her bosom stirred;
  I know not what she sung:—
Because the soft wind caught her hair,
Because the golden moon was fair,
  Because her heart was young.        30
 
I would her sweet soul ever may
Look thus from those glad eyes and grey,
  Unfearing, undefiled:
I love her; when her face I see,
Her simple presence wakes in me        35
  The imperishable child.
 
 
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