Charles Stuart Calverley (Чарльз Стюарт Калверли)

Peace. A Study

He stood, a worn-out City clerk --
    Who'd toil'd, and seen no holiday,
For forty years from dawn to dark --
    Alone beside Caermarthen Bay.

He felt the salt spray on his lips;
    Heard children's voices on the sands;
Up the sun's path he saw the ships
    Sail on and on to other lands;

And laugh'd aloud. Each sight and sound
    To him was joy too deep for tears;
He sat him on the beach, and bound
    A blue bandana round his ears

And thought how, posted near his door,
    His own green door on Camden Hill,
Two bands at least, most likely more,
    Were mingling at their own sweet will

Verdi with Vance. And at the thought
    He laugh'd again, and softly drew
That Morning Herald that he'd bought
    Forth from his breast, and read it through. 

1. Ode to Tobacco
2. On The Brink
3. Visions
4. Lovers And A Reflection
5. There Stands A City

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