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HILAIRE BELLOC

b.1870

924                                                      Song

INVITING THE INFLUENCE OF A YOUNG LADY UPON THE
OPENING YEAR

YOU wear the morning like your dress
And are with mastery crownd;
When as you walk your loveliness
Goes shining all around:
Upon your secret, smiling way
Such new contents were found,
The Dancing Loves made holiday
On that delightful ground.
Then summon April forth, and send
Commandment through the flowers;
About our woods your grace extend,
A queen of careless hours.
For O! not Vera veild in rain,
Nor Dians sacred Ring,
With all her royal nymphs in train
Could so lead on the Spring.

925                                                    The Night

MOST Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep,
To me when my tired eyelids close
      Give thou repose.
And let the far lament of them
That chaunt the dead days requiem
Make in my ears, who wakeful lie,
      Soft lullaby.
Let them that guard the hornàed Moon
By my bedside their memories croon.
So shall I have new dreams and blest
      In my brief rest.
Fold thy great wings about my face,
Hide day-dawn from my resting-place,
And cheat me with thy false delight,
      Most Holy Night.

 

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