Summary

Thomas Runciman Songs, Sonnets & Miscellaneous Poems

Joys are born of time and sorrow.
He was beautiful, cruel and bold:
Death yesterday is life to-morrow.
The slain lie stark on bented mounds:
Winds are calling in rain and mist.
There's blood and smoke and wide red wounds,
And black boats make to north and east.
Through murky weltering seas they row:
Dirge the eyes their deeds made dim.
Wives at their conning smile and glow,
And hail them on the horizon's rim.
There's peace on low mounds and shallow dells,
Yellow rag-wort and sea-reed grey,
And thrumming and booming of village bells:
Dirge the lives of that faded day.
Source: Gutenberg

Thomas Runciman Songs, Sonnets & Miscellaneous Poems

Yet I yearn and I pine for my North Countrie.
I leave the drowsing south and in dreams I northward fly,
And walk the stretching moors that fringe the ever-calling sea;
And am gladdened as the gales that are so bitter-sweet go by,
While grey clouds sweetly darken o'er my North Countrie.
For there's music in the storms, and there's colour in the shades,
And there's joy e'en in the sorrow widely brooding o'er the sea
Source: Gutenberg

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