Poem by David Morton

In a Girls School

These walls will not forget, through later days,
How they had bloomed with lifted, tossing heads
Of swaying girls who thronged these ordered ways,
Like windy tulips blowing in their beds.
They will remember laughter down a hall,
And eyes more bright than blossoms in the grass-
A dream to haunt them, after all and all,
When they are dead with dusty things that pass.

So that some wind of beauty, waking then,
Whose breath shall be new summertimes for earth,
Will stir these scattered stones to dream again,
Of blowing shapes, of brightening eyes and mirth,
And corridors, like windy tulip beds,
Of swaying girls and lifted, tossing heads.

1. The Kings Are Passing Deathward
2. Leviathans
3. Old Ships
4. Mariners
5. Shipping News

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