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But, Song, Arise Thee On A Greater Wing Post by :gwynevans Category :Poems Author :Richard Le Gallienne Date :August 2011 Read :2427

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But, Song, Arise Thee On A Greater Wing

But, Song, Arise Thee On a Greater Wing,
Nor twitter robin-like of love, nor sing
A pretty dalliance with grief--but try
Some metre like a sky,
Wherein to set
Stars that may linger yet
When I, thy master, shall have come to die.
Twitter and tweet
Thy carollings
Of little things,
Of fair and sweet;
For it is meet,
O robin red!
That little theme
Hath little song,
That little head
Hath little dream,
And long.
But we have starry business, such a grief
As Autumn's, dead by some forgotten sheaf,
While all the distance echoes of the wain;
Grief as an ocean's for some sudden isle
Of living green that stayed with it a while,
Then to oblivious deluge plunged again!
Grief as of Alps that yearn but never reach,
Grief as of Death for Life, of Night for Day:
Such grief, O Song, how hast thou strength to teach,
How hope to make assay?


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