Excerpt from The Buzzards, and Other Poems

Birds, whose clear singing reaches
To furthest corners of these still garden-halls
Pillared with ancient beeches
And floored with quiet green
Of smoothly-spreading lawns, where falls
Sunlight - golden, warm, serene,
Laid like shining banners in between
The long boughs' falls,
O birds, your singing reaches
Mysteriously through the souls dim halls,
Troubles its sleep and teaches
By those pure calls
Dead love, forgotten sweetness, vanished pain,
To rise and hold my hands and clasp my arms,
Till, freed from Times indignities and harms,
My dearest steps again
From the grey porch, and we like gods greathearted.
Our love reborn and the life-long ache departed.
Pace with delight grass walks and sunny reaches,
Regrets and hopes laid-by, wrapt in sereneness
Breathed out from wide aisles of unfading beeches,
And the long lawn's greenness.

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