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    Dream-Songs for the Belovèd
    Dream-Songs for the Belovèd
    Dream-Songs for the Belovèd
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    Dream-Songs for the Belovèd

    By Eleanor Farjeon

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    Release dateSep 4, 2022
    ISBN8596547246978
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      Dream-Songs for the Belovèd - Eleanor Farjeon

      Eleanor Farjeon

      Dream-Songs for the Belovèd

      EAN 8596547246978

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      TO MY MOTHER

      IN LOVE'S HOUSE

      DOUBLE BEAUTY

      440 B.C.

      FOGBOUND

      THE DANCE-RING

      THE HAPPY SHEPHERD

      POPLARS AT NIGHT

      SONNET

      WILD HYACINTH

      NEVER-KNOWN

      REVOLT

      SILENCE

      MY KNOWLEDGE IS—

      THE LAST WEEK IN SEPTEMBER

      NEW LIGHT

      MORNING-VISION

      UNDERWORLD

      A SONG

      EARTH AND THE WORLD

      THE MAID'S IDYLL

      WÊLAND AND THE SWAN-GIRLS

      TO MY MOTHER

      Table of Contents

      Unuttered songs fly round my thoughts like birds,

      And aerially, above an earth of words,

      Imagined music on my spirit showers

      From azure-feathered throat and golden tongue.

      Most dear, of the many songs I cannot sing

      Yours is the bird of heavenliest wing

      Whose sunward flight beyond my following towers

      And leaves me with an impotent harp unstrung.

      And yet the shadow of my song for you

      Falls on my heart forever as a dew,

      Or the dim-breathing soul of evening flowers

      That love the delicate light of stars still young.

      These lesser songs that all who listen may hear

      Shall we call yours for a day, most dear, most dear?—

      Knowing there is one other, only ours,

      For ever singing, and for ever unsung.

      ✶

      DREAM-SONGS FOR THE BELOVÈD

      Table of Contents

      I.

      They said it was a lone land, a land of many sorrows,

      Grey weeping waters and a strip of golden sand,

      Loss and desolation and the washing out of footsteps

      That dare to treat the narrow golden peril of the sand.

      They said it was a fire-land, a land of flaming passions,

      The sun like a molten rose in burning sapphire skies,

      And never sound nor stir save of hearts that beat their way there

      Like southron birds whose wings seek the blue of burning skies.

      But I have found a still land of neither pain nor passion,

      No loss because no giving there, no gain since no desire,

      And the great silent light of the Belovèd's spirit brooding

      With the soul of all time there, made empty of desire.

      II

      Even as

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