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Poems:
Old and New
by
Frederick George Scott
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MY
LATTICE.
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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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a boundless ocean. [Page
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And
straight my soul unfurls its sails
That blue sky-sea to sever;
My fancies are the noiseless gales
That waft it on forever.
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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.
I meet with spheres of fiery mist
Which warm me as I enter,
Where—ruby, gold and amethyst—
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rainbow lights concentre. [Page 15]
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.
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