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Songs
of the Common Day, and Ave!
An
Ode for the Shelley Centenary
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
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THE
FIR WOODS
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THE
wash of endless waves is in their tops,
Endlessly swaying,
and the long winds stream
Athwart them from
the far-off shores of dream.
Through the stirred branches filtering, faintly
drops
Mystic dream-dust of isle, and palm, and cave,
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Coral
and sapphire, realms of rose, that seem
More radiant than
ever earthly gleam
Revealed of fairy mead or haunted wave.
A cloud of gold, a cleft of blue profound,—
These are my gates
of wonder, surged about |
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By
tumult of tossed bough and rocking crest:
The vision lures. The spirit spurns her bound,
Spreads her unprisoned
wing, and drifts from out
This green and humming
gloom that wraps my rest. |
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