Sheehan Patrick Augustine Poems

For I do hate thee, O thou spectre Death!
Pale moonbeams flit between thy naked ribs.
There is a hollow darkness o'er thy hips,
And elfin lights gleam from unlustrous eyes,
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Swallows of Allah! unfurl your white wings,
Come to us, strangers, o'er the friendless sea,
Welcomed by Islam and its chivalry.
For bene of all your hallowed minist'rings.
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I have beheld Nature and Art at war,
For on this summer eve the thunder pealed,
Where the Pilatus threat'ning raised his steeled
And crested helmet o'er the smoking bar,
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Yestereen I stood beside the level seas
The soft wind fanned the hair upon my brow,
The soft waves lapped and curled against my knees,
And the prophetic sea-voice said, Be thou
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I put my trembling bird with down-drooped wing
Within a golden cage that hung before
The Muse's temple; closed the clanging door,
And stept aside, silent and wondering
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The dying sun had sucked his last red beam
From the drunk vine, whose long,
dishevelled tress
Leaned as in maudlin madness to caress
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O stately river winding to the sea,
Deep-bayed and solemn for the centuries,
That gaze upon thee with their dreaming eyes
From shattered keep and empty hostelry;
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A lonely whitewashed cottage
Under a sandy cliff;
I, a child, and my cradle
The thwarts of the fisher's skiff.
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Hither God brought His rebel seas to try
How high His wrath could lash them, unrelieved
By sinking spaces or by low'ring sky;
And they, by loftiest altitudes deceived,
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