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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539815" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Foresters</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clear as of old the great voice rings to-day,<br>While Sherwood's oak-leaves twine with Aldworth's bay:<br>The voice of him the master and the sire<br>Of one whole age and legion of the lyre,<br>Who sang his morning-song when Coleridge still<br>Uttered dark oracles from Highgate Hill,<br>And with new-launchèd argosies of rhyme<br>Gilds and makes brave this sombreing tide of time.<br>Far be the hour when lesser brows shall wear<br>The laurel glorious from that wintry hair-<br>When he, the sovereign of our lyric day,<br>In Charon's shallop must be rowed away,<br>And hear, scarce heeding, 'mid the plash of oar,<br>The <br>ave atque vale<br>from the shore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To him nor tender nor heroic muse<br>Did her divine confederacy refuse:<br>To all its moods the lyre of life he strung,<br>And notes of death fell deathless from his tongue.<br>Himself the Merlin of his magic strain,<br>He bade old glories break in gloom again;<br>And so exempted from oblivious doom,<br>Through him these days shall fadeless break in bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Watson">William Watson</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=539815" data-title="The Foresters de William Watson" data-description="Clear as of old the great voice rings to-day, While Sherwood's oak-leaves twine with Aldworth's bay: The voice of him the master and the sire Of one whole age and legion of the lyre, Who sang his morning-song when Coleridge still Uttered dark orac..."></div> </div> </div>
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