Henry Alford Poems

They saw thee kneel with lowly mien,
In faith a child, in state a queen;
No circlet girt thy marble brow
While at that altar thou didst bow;
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The Morning arose,
She was pillow'd on snows,
And kerchief'd in wind and storm;
And she dallied with Night
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When I paint thee what thou might'st be,
When I think on what thou art,
Trace thine image in my memory,
Search that memory through mine heart,--
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In the bright summer weather
We twain will go together,
By the river's silver swathes,
Where the melilotus bathes
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There was a child, bright as the summer prime,
Fair as a flower. Not long his speaking eyes
Had uttered meaning: nature's love not long
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I go to the region of dreams,
Where a veil is drawn o'er the bright day--beams,
And a soft and shadowy mist of light
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Oh! when shall this frail tenement of clay
Be emptied by Death's peremptory call,
And its celestial guest be fetched away,
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Rise, sons of merry England, from mountain and from plain;
Let each light up his spirit, let none unmoved remain;
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The Baron is back from his hawking come,
At the close of the summer's day:
But the spots of red blood danced over his eyes
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Speak thou the truth. Let others fence,
And trim their words for pay:
In pleasant sunshine of pretence
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