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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
SUMMER POOL
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THIS
is a wonder-cup in Summer's hand.
Sombre, impenetrable,
round its rim
The fir-trees bend
and brood. The noons o'erbrim
The windless hollow of its iris'd strand
With mote-thick sun and water-breathings bland.
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Under a veil of
lilies lurk and swim
Strange shapes of
presage in a twilight dim,
Unwitting heirs of light and life's command.
Blind
in their bondage, of no change they dream,
But the trees watch
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The
spell fulfils,—and swarms of radiant flame,
Live jewels, above the crystal dart and gleam,
Nor guess the sheen
beneath their wings to be
The dark and narrow
regions whence they came. |
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