Poems 5 & 6 ~ Glinton 2009.
I love to see the slender spire
For there the maid of beauty dwells
And stand agen’ the hollow tree
And hear the sound of Glinton Bells
---oOo---
Her face to me was memory for life
Her looks her ways in winning forms would steal
& left a pain I never ceased to feel
Her very voice would memory’s partner be
& music lingered in the sound with me
Her troubling form was long about my sight
O’er day dreams dozing or in sleep by night
My dreams wore constantly that pleasing pain
The face of her I loved & could not gain
For there the maid of beauty dwells
And stand agen’ the hollow tree
And hear the sound of Glinton Bells
---oOo---
Her face to me was memory for life
Her looks her ways in winning forms would steal
& left a pain I never ceased to feel
Her very voice would memory’s partner be
& music lingered in the sound with me
Her troubling form was long about my sight
O’er day dreams dozing or in sleep by night
My dreams wore constantly that pleasing pain
The face of her I loved & could not gain
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