William Winter Poems

Out in the dark it throbs and glows--
The wide, wild sea, that no man knows!
The wind is chill, the surge is white,
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The apples are ripe in the orchard,
The work of the reaper is done,
And the golden woodlands redden
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Set your face to the sea, fond lover,-
Cold in the darkness the sea-winds blow!
Waves and clouds and the night will cover
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Beneath the midnight moon of May,
Through dusk on either hand,
One sheet of silver spreads the bay,
One crescent jet the land;
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I
WHITE sail upon the ocean verge,
Just crimsoned by the setting sun,
Thou hast thy port beyond the surge,
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He knelt beside her pillow, in the dead watch of the night,
And he heard her gentle breathing, but her face was still and white,
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THE DIRGE is sung, the ritual said,
No more the brooding organ weeps,
And, cool and green, the turf is spread
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With a glimmer of plumes and a sparkle of lances,
With blare of the trumpets and neigh of the steed,
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He loves not well whose love is bold!
I would not have thee come too nigh:
The sun’s gold would not seem pure gold
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Sweet bell of Stratford, tolling slow,
In summer gloaming’s golden glow,
I hear and feel thy voice divine,
And all my soul responds to thine.
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