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Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл)

The Botanist's Vision

The sun that in Breadalbane's lake doth fall
Was melting to the sea down golden Tay,
When a cry came along the peopled way,
'Sebastopol is ours!' From that wild call
I turned, and leaning on a time-worn wall
Quaint with the touch of many an ancient day,
The mappèd mould and mildewed marquetry
Knew with my focussed soul; which bent down all
Its sense, power, passion, to the sole regard
Of each green minim, as it were but born
To that one use. I strode home stern and hard;
In my hot hands I laid my throbbing head,
And all the living world and all the dead
Began a march which did not end at morn. 

Sydney Thompson Dobell's other poems:
  1. Home In War-Time
  2. The Gaberlunzie's Walk
  3. A Musing On A Victory
  4. The Captain's Wife
  5. Good-Night In War-Time

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