Marjory Mines.
Evening .
ITIS
clear and
cold
1
This
Christmas
night
With
snows that linger ,
And
the
great moon
In
her
praise -light
Like jewel worn
on God 's
ring -finger
Is
blurred , as
the
church -bell
rings,
By
the
young
angels' wings.
THE
SWAN .
THE
other
lights ,
the
other
trees
,
1
The other
houses
hung
in
the
pool
Are
his
:
he
is
the
lord
of
these
.
It
is
a
kingdom
deep
and
cool
.
Preoccupied
and
white
as
dreams
,
He bends
his
head
,
watching
his
own
,
His
still dominions
.
Brawling
streams
Could
never make
for
him
a
throne
.
He knows
it
not
,
it
knows
him
not
,
This
other
world
hung
in
the pool
Possession
is
his
lonely
lot
,
Lord
of
a
kingdom
deep
and
cool
.
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