Duncan Campbell Scott

Duncan Campbell Scott

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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The Father
The Child
Death
Angels
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The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight, Sings at the height where morning springs,
What though his voice be lost in the light, The light comes dropping from his wings
Mount, my soul, and sing at the height Of thy clear flight in the ...
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Some men are born to gather women's tears,
To give a harbour to their timorous fears,
To take them as the dry earth takes the rain,
As the dark wood the warm wind from the plain;
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To ports of balm through isles of
The gentle airs are leading us;
To curtained calm and tents of dusk,
The wood-wild things unheeding
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(Aetat Six)Now every night we light the
And I sit up till _really_ late;
My Father sits upon the right,
My Mother on the left, and
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Gather the leaves from the forest And blow them over the world,
The wind of winter follows The wind of autumn furled
Only the beech tree cherishes A leaf or two for ruth,
Their stems too tough for the tempest, Like thoughts of love ...
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Here in Samarcand they offer emeralds,
Pure as frozen drops of sea-water,
Rubies, pale as dew-ponds stained with slaughter,
Where the fairies fought for a king's
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