<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408432" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Henry Halloran</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOU KNOW I left my forest home full loth,<br>And those weird ways I knew so well and long,<br>Dishevelled with their sloping sidelong growth<br>Of twisted thorn and kurrajong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems to me, my friend (and this wild thought<br>Of all wild thoughts, doth chiefly make me bleed),<br>That in those hills and valleys wonder-fraught,<br>I loved and lost a noble creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A splendid creed! But let me even turn<br>And hide myself from what I’ve seen, and try<br>To fathom certain truths you know, and learn<br>The Beauty shining in your sky:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remembering you in ardent autumn nights,<br>And Stenhouse near you, like a fine stray guest<br>Of other days, with all his lore of lights<br>So manifold and manifest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then hold me firm. I cannot choose but long<br>For that which lies and burns beyond my reach,<br>Suggested in your steadfast, subtle song<br>And his most marvellous speech!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For now my soul goes drifting back again,<br>Ay, drifting, drifting, like the silent snow<br>While scattered sheddings, in a fall of rain,<br>Revive the dear lost Long Ago!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time I, loitering by untrodden fens,<br>Intent upon low-hanging lustrous skies,<br>Heard mellowed psalms from sounding southern glens—<br>Euroma, dear to dreaming eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And caught seductive tokens of a voice<br>Half maddened with the dim, delirious themes<br>Of perfect Love, and the immortal choice<br>Of starry faces—Astral dreams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That last was yours! And if you sometimes find<br>An alien darkness on the front of things,<br>Sing none the less for Life, nor fall behind,<br>Like me, with trailing, tired wings!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, though the heavy Earth wears sackcloth now<br>Because she hath the great prophetic grief<br>Which makes me set my face one way, and bow<br>And falter for a far belief,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be faithful yet for all, my brave bright peer,<br>In that rare light you hold so true and good;<br>And find me something clearer than the clear<br>White spaces of Infinitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408432" data-title="To Henry Halloran de Henry Kendall" data-description="YOU KNOW I left my forest home full loth, And those weird ways I knew so well and long, Dishevelled with their sloping sidelong growth Of twisted thorn and kurrajong. It seems to me, my friend (and this wild thought Of all wild thoughts, doth chi..."></div> </div> </div>

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