. King Cole; . se,His peace, that puts a hand upon his eyes. All these his pipings breathed of, until twelve Struck on the belfry tower with tremblings numb (Such as will shudder in the axes helve When the head strikes) to tell his hour was come. Out of the living world of Christendom He dimmed like mist till one could scarcely note The robins nestling to his old grey coat. Dimmer he grew, yet still a glimmering stayedLike light on cobwebs, but it dimmed and there was naught but moonlight in the gladeMoonlight and water and an owl that overhead a rush of birds wings sighed.
. King Cole; . se,His peace, that puts a hand upon his eyes. All these his pipings breathed of, until twelve Struck on the belfry tower with tremblings numb (Such as will shudder in the axes helve When the head strikes) to tell his hour was come. Out of the living world of Christendom He dimmed like mist till one could scarcely note The robins nestling to his old grey coat. Dimmer he grew, yet still a glimmering stayedLike light on cobwebs, but it dimmed and there was naught but moonlight in the gladeMoonlight and water and an owl that overhead a rush of birds wings migrants going south until the night seeihed fanned by an immortal wing. But where the juggler trudged beside his love Each felt a touching from beyond our ken, From that bright kingdom where the souls who strove, Live now for ever, helping living men. And as they kissed each other ; even then Their brows seemed blessed, as though a hand unseen Had crowned their loves with never-withering THE WHITEFSIARB PRESS, LTD., LONDON AND TONBRIDGE
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