Mortimer Collins (Мортимер Коллинз)

Last Verses Written by Mortimer Collins

I have been sitting alone
     ⁠All day while the clouds went by,
⁠     While moved the strength of the seas,
While the wind with a will of his own,
     ⁠A poet out of the sky,
⁠     Smote the green harp of the trees.

Alone, yet not alone,
     ⁠For I felt as the gay wind whirled,
⁠     As the cloudy sky grew clear,
The touch of our Father half-known,
⁠     Who dwells at the heart of the world,
⁠     Yet who is always here.

                                    Athenæum.⁠ 

1. A Game of Chess
2. To My Wife
3. Death the Poet's Birth
4. My Thrush
5. The Ballad of Eleänore

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