Robert Bridges, ed. (18441930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916.
|The Spirit Wooed|
Richard Watson Dixon (18331900)
| ART 1 thou gone so far,|
|Beyond the poplar tops, beyond the sunset-bar,|
|Beyond the purple cloud that swells on high|
|In the tender fields of sky?
| O come thou again!
|Be heard in the voice that across the river comes|
|From the distant wood, even when the stilly rain|
|Is made to cease by light winds: come again,|
|As out of yon grey glooms,|
|When the cloud grows luminous and shiftily riven,|| 10|
|Forth comes the moon, the sweet surprise of heaven,|
|And her footfall light|
|Drops on the multiplied wave: her face is seen|
|In evenings pallor green:|
|And she waxes bright|| 15|
|With the death of the tinted air: yea, brighter grows|
|In sunsets gradual close.|
|To earth from heaven comes she,|
|So come thou to me
|Note 1. Dixon. The Spirit wooed. Lyrical Poems. Daniel. 1887. [back]|