Christopher John Brennan Poems

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21.
1897

Deep in my hidden country stands a peak,
and none hath known its name
and none, save I, hath even skill to seek:
thence my wild spirit came
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22.
Black On The Depths

Black on the depths of blackest skies
whence even the levin seems withdrawn,
the cities threaten: burning eyes
ask what dread hand hath slain the dawn.
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23.
Dies Dominica! The Sunshine Burns

Dies Dominica! the sunshine burns
strong incense on the breathing fields of morn:
lucid, intense, all colour towards it yearns
that souls of flowers on the air are born.
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24.
Droop'st Thou And Fail'st? But These Have Never Tired

Droop'st thou and fail'st? but these have never tired;
winds of the region, free, they shine and sing,
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25.
An Hour's Respite

An hour's respite; once more the heart may dream:
the thunderwheels of passion thro' the eve,
distantly musical, vaporously agleam,
about my old pain leave
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26.
Interlude: The Hearth And The Window

Thou cricket, that at dusk in the damp weeds,
all that, alack! my sickly garden breeds,
silverest the brown air with thy liquid note
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27.
Summer Noon


Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills,
and fire made solid in the flinty stone,
thick-massed or scattered pebble, fire that fills
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28.
And Shall The Living Waters Heed

And shall the living waters heed
our vain desire, insensate Art!
and fill the common dust I knead
upgather'd from the trodden mart?
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29.
Spring Breezes

Spring breezes over the blue,
now lightly frolicking in some tropic bay,
go forth to meet her way,
for here the spell hath won and dream is true.
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30.
Romance

Of old, on her terrace at evening
...not here...in some long-gone kingdom
O, folded close to her breast!...
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