Spellbound . The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. . The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. . Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes […]
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Like rain it sounded till it curved And then I knew ’twas wind – It walked as wet as any Wave But swept as dry as sand – When it had pushed itself away To some remotest Plain A coming as of Hosts was heard That was indeed the Rain – It filled the Wells, […]
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Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the young man’s soul. . Now in Maytime to the wicket Out I march with bat and pad: See the son of grief at cricket Trying to be glad. . Try I will; no harm in […]
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