Carol and cadence by Villon SocietyCarol and cadence by Villon Society

Carol and cadence

byVillon Society

Paperback | January 31, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908. Excerpt: ... THE BOOK OF DA YS AND NIGHTS. THE BOOK OF DAYS AND NIGHTS. I. Over the glimmering plain, Lowly and full of unfathomable mystery As the faint far surge of the summer sea, Wayward and soft As the wave-song's whispering wane, Murmur, o voice of the Western Wind, to me! Now that on field and croft, River and house and tree, Creeping as a tide, the flooding shadows fill Earth's sun-awearied ways and from aloft The darkness, sinking, swallows heath and hill, The blessed silence bringing and with it Balsam of healing for Day's every ill, Come through the twilight still, Come, as some cushat, on the limes alit, All-nightly, murmuring, in the leaves doth sit, Before my garden door, And soothe the soul in me With medicine of mystic melody And phantasies of fair and long-forgotten lore! Breath of the bygone days, Thou, that in hand the key Hast of the dreamland's and the wishland's ways, Blow from thy home beyond the Western beams And bring with thee All the mild magic of the sunset-haze, All the fair fancies, all the darling dreams, As in Thought's treasury, That dwell, eternal, midst the setting rays! Speak from the thither shore Of Time's untracked, innavigable sea And on my spirit, wounded passing sore, Mild ministering, pour, Pour, as an oil, the tale of Memory, Rehearsing o'er and o'er, For me, that of the Present's piteous war And the waste Now am wearied utterly And sick with seeking for the obscure To-be, The ditties of the days that are no more! Old Janus' gates Stand open, one upon the year forsped And one upon the new, without that waits To take upon its back the burden of the dead. Sign, not of peace, His yawning temple-portals are, but war; And for a further token, with their fleece Funereal, see, the snows have lapped the landscape o'er. Still in the ...
Title:Carol and cadenceFormat:PaperbackDimensions:72 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.15 inPublished:January 31, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217452914

ISBN - 13:9780217452915