JOHN LANGDON-DAVIES

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(ST. JOHN'S)

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Beyond the last hill stands a row
Of poplars sighing,
Amid the dwellings where dreams go.
When they are dying.
One side the stream, a pleasure ground
Where they carouse;
On the far side, with yew-trees bound,
The lazar-house.
And when the night has riven with stars
The veil of day,
I see their drunken half-shapes pass
By the stream way.
"O dreams, O guests, who poisoned night
With leprosy;
Amid the stream and the moonlight
Oh, think on me!"

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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