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WHITE moonbeams, trembling through the
night
Upon the wind-stirred lawn, and swayed
By sudden gusts in tossing light
On bare March boughs along the glade,
Shine clear upon the surge-lashed head,
Shine dear upon the rock-set bay:
The sea has had enough of dead,
And the brave ships plunge on their way.
Wild river, flying from the wind
On, past the quiet village homes
With their long furrowed fields behind,
To leap into the mad sea-foams,
Wail echoing to the cruel sea,
Wail for us that it spare its prey:
Mothers are weeping on bent knee,
And the frail ships toss on their way.
Fierce whirlwinds, warring on our plain
With the strong trees that heave and crash,
Hurling away the pelts of rain,
Shrill shrieking through the rattling sash,
Faint, weary from thy rage, and die:
Far off the billows writhe in spray,
We waken at thy voice and sigh,
And the dear ships plunge on their way.
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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
Two Maidens |
