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Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges


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The hill pines were sighing,
O'ercast and chill was the day:
A mist in the valley lying
Blotted the pleasant May.

But deep in the glen's bosom
Summer slept in the fire
Of the odorous gorse-blossom
And the hot scent of the brier.

A ribald cuckoo clamoured,
And out of the copse the stroke
Of the iron axe that hammered
The iron heart of the oak.

Anon a sound appalling,
As a hundred years of pride
Crashed, in the silence falling;
And the shadowy pine-trees sighed.



                      Robert Seymour Bridges


Robert Seymour Bridges's other poems:
  1. To Catullus
  2. To Joseph Joachim
  3. Pater Filio
  4. Low Barometer
  5. Emily Bronte


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