Radclyffe Hall Poems

The world 's a beautiful world to-day,
A flame of gold and a dusk of gray,

Where Autumn leaves toss their gaudy crests
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The noontide showers have drifted past.
The sunset's on the hill,
The lights be gleaming through the dusk,
Adown by Clincher's Mill.
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Come with me, sweetheart, into Italy,
And press the burning goblet of the south
To those cold northern lips, until thy mouth
Relents beneath its draft of ecstasy.
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Pale depth of sky, serene and wonderful,
Within whose fold the lamps of early stars
Shine far away and faintly luminous ;
Whose pensive tones merge from the afterglow
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The road that leads to Ledbury
Oh ! it be such a pretty way.
As far as Wales you'll likely see.
Suppose the month be May.
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Oh ! it's good to be alive, man.
Good to take the road and tramp.
When the morning smells of meadows,
And the lanes are cool and damp.
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Set my hands upon the plough.
My feet upon the sod ;
Turn my face towards the east,
And praise be to God !
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Oh ! the wind among the trees,
How it stirs their wood to song !
Little whispered melodies.
All the winding road along.
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Evening upon the calm sweet sea,
A little wind asleep,
Dim sails that drift as tranquilly
As dreams in slumber deep.
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Lime-trees meeting overhead,
Many lovers cold and dead.
Kissed and loved, and kissed again,
In the sunshine and the rain.
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