Alice Coale Simpers Poems

We shall see the daylight breaking,
Watch the rosy dawn awaking;
We shall see the twilight fading—
Adown the path the elms are shading,
For the last, last time.
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The miller leaned o'er the oaken door,
Quaint shadows swung on the dusty floor,
The spider toiled in the dust o'erhead,
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'Warden, wind the clock again!
Mighty years are going on
Through the shadows, joy and pain,
And the happy hearted dawn.'
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He'ah dat ole gray sinna
H's jes brimful o' gas,
Singin' dat tomfool ditty
As he goes hobblin' pas'!
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Shaded lights were burning low—
Muffled bells swung to and fro—
Solemn monks were chanting slow—
Chanting of the Crucified;
When the good St. Bavon died.
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And this is the end of it all!
It rounds the years completeness,
Though only a walk to the stile
Through fields a-foam with sweetness.
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