English Poetry. Sydney Thompson Dobell. A Chanted Calendar. Сидней Томпсон Добелл.

Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл)

A Chanted Calendar

FIRST came the primrose,
On the bank high,
Like a maiden looking forth
From the window of a tower
When the battle rolls below,
So look'd she,
And saw the storms go by.

Then came the wind-flower
In the valley left behind,
As a wounded maiden, pale
With purple streaks of woe,
When the battle has roll'd by
Wanders to and fro,
So totter'd she,
Dishevell'd in the wind.

Then came the daisies,
On the first of May,
Like a banner'd show's advance
While the crowd runs by the way,
With ten thousand flowers about them
they came trooping through the fields.

As a happy people come,
So came they,
As a happy people come
When the war has roll'd away,
With dance and tabor, pipe and drum,
And all make holiday.

Then came the cowslip,
Like a dancer in the fair,
She spread her little mat of green,
And on it danced she.
With a fillet bound about her brow,
A fillet round her happy brow,
A golden fillet round her brow,
And rubies in her hair. 

Sydney Thompson Dobell’s other poems:

1. The Captain’s Wife
2. The Gaberlunzie’s Walk
3. A Musing On A Victory
4. Dead-Maid’s-Pool
5. Bayonet Song

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