Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS

 

My Lattice


My lattice looks upon the North,
    The winds are cool that enter;
At night I see the stars come forth,
    Arcturus in the centre.

The curtain down my casement drawn
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    Is dewy mist, which lingers
Until my maid, the rosy dawn,
    Uplifts it with her fingers.

The sparrows are my matin-bell,
     Each day my heart rejoices
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When, from the trellis where they dwell,
    They call me with their voices.

Then, as I dream with half-shut eye,
     Without a sound or motion,
To me that little square of sky
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    Becomes a boundless ocean.

And straight my soul unfurls its sails
     That blue sky-sea to sever,
My fancies are the noiseless gales
    That waft it on for ever.
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I sail into the depths of space
    And leave the clouds behind me,
I pass the old moon’s hiding-place,
    The sun’s rays cannot find me.

I sail beyond the solar light,
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    Beyond the constellations,
Across the voids where loom in sight
    New systems and creations.

I pass great worlds of silent stone,
     Whence light and life have vanished,
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Which wander on to tracts unknown,
    In lonely exile banished. [Page 12]

I meet with spheres of fiery mist
     Which warm me as I enter,
Where—ruby, gold and amethyst—
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    The rainbow lights concentre.

And on I sail into the vast,
     New wonders aye discerning,
Until my mind is lost at last,
    And, suddenly returning,
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I feel the wind which, cool as dew,
    Upon my face is falling,
And see again my patch of blue
    And hear the sparrows calling. [Page 13]