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Poem by Aubrey Thomas De Vere


I DREAMED. Great bells around me pealed;
  The world in that sad chime was drowned;
Sharp cries as from a battle-field
  Were strangled in the wondrous sound:
Had all the kings of earth lain dead,
Had nations borne them lapped in lead
To torch-lit vaults with plume and pall,
Such bells had served for funeral.

T was fantasys dark work! I slept
  Where black Baltard oerlooks the deep;
Plunging all night the billows kept
  Their ghostly vigil round my sleep.
But I had fed on tragic lore
That day,your annals, Masters Four!
And every moan of wind and sea
Was as a funeral chime to me.

Aubrey Thomas De Vere

Aubrey Thomas De Vere's other poems:
  1. Kinsale
  2. To a Flower on the Skirts of Mont Blanc
  3. A Ballad of Athlone; Or, How They Broke down the Bridge
  4. Composed at Rydal, September, 1860
  5. The Dirge of Athunree

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Lewis Morris Nemesis ("WHO, without fear")
  • Ralph Emerson Nemesis ("ALREADY blushes in thy cheek")
  • Rose Cooke Nemesis ("With eager steps I go")

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