Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MOAT, by MATHILDE BLIND


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First Line: Around this lichened home of hoary peace
Last Line: Blooms like a rose that never means to fade.
Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude
Subject(s): Home; Nature


AROUND this lichened home of hoary peace,
Invulnerable in its glassy moat,
A breath of ghostly summers seems to float
And murmur mid the immemorial trees.
The tender slopes, where cattle browse at ease,
Swell softly, like a pigeon's emerald throat;
And, self-oblivious, Time forgets to note
The flight of velvet-footed centuries.

The very sunlight hushed within the close,
Sleeps indolently by the Yew's slow shade;
Still as a relic some old Master made
The jewelled peacock's rich enamel glows;
And on yon mossy wall that youthful rose
Blooms like a rose that never means to fade.







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