Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TIRED WITH THE DAY, by HERBERT TRENCH Poet's Biography First Line: Tired with the day's monotony of dreamed joys Last Line: Fade, at the low voice I love! | ||||||||
TIRED with the day's monotony of dreamed joys I turn to a requickening voice, A voice whose low tone devastates with nightly thrill The cities I have wrought at will: Stone forts depart, and armies heroic flee away Like the wild snow of spray. Deep down the green Broceliande's branch'd corridors That voice of April pours; Light as a bird's light shadow fled across my pages A touch disturbs the ages, And the crags and spears of Troy and the courts of Charlemain, Odin, and the splendid strain Of Cuchullain's self, that with his heart's high brother strove, -- Fade, at the low voice I love! | Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER SONG; TO ALICE MEYNELL by HERBERT TRENCH AN ODE TO BEAUTY by HERBERT TRENCH BE NOT AFRAID by HERBERT TRENCH BITTER SERENADE by HERBERT TRENCH CHANT SUNG IN DARKNESS by HERBERT TRENCH CHORUS AT THE GREEN BEAR INN by HERBERT TRENCH DAUGHTERS OF JOY by HERBERT TRENCH DEIRDRE DANCING by HERBERT TRENCH |
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