Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)

Saint Sepulchre's beside the Sea

   The new moon marked the twilight hour,
     A night-jar quavered eerily,
   And swallows circled round the tower—
     Saint Sepulchre's beside the sea.

   The ivy clung, the ivy climbed,
     The wilding rose twined tenderly,
   And Time, the overlord, sublimed
     Saint Sepulchre's beside the sea.

   Below, the surge, the solemn surge,
     Murmured and moaned unceasingly,
   For all its golden past a dirge—
     Saint Sepulchre's beside the sea.

   And love and hate were here as one;
     Life blent with death harmoniously;
  'Twas beauty in oblivion—
     Saint Sepulchre's beside the sea!

1. The Spectral Rowers
2. The Little Creek Coonana
3. Dawn in the Desert
4. The Mist and the Sea
5. The Wind and the Sea

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