My Am Countrie.
(From "New Poems by a New Writer.")
0 tendril of ivy and tangle of tree, Wild are the banks of my am countrie ! The sun is sinking low in the west.
A golden ball o'er the mountain crest; Shafts of light pierce the moorland's breast Wild are the banks of my am countrie.'
,£* purple,of heather and silver of sea. Bright are the hues of my am countrie ! A fairy knight rides out of the wold ; A lady's sleeve round his helm is rolled; -.*''•'. His coal-black charger is shod with gold. - , ' - ■ ■.■ Bright are the hues of my\ain jpountrie.
0 ripple of streamletand murmur of bee, Sweet are thesounds in my am countrie! He throws me, passing, a glance
?. .remote; :'' v" A wandering lark in the clouds afloat Has stabbed my soul with, its tender < v note, v " ' , Sweet are the sounds in my ain'countrie.
0 shadow of pinewood; and, silence^ of lea', ■, . . -■' ''■'.'"■ Cold falls the dew in my. am countrie ! The lovelight fades in the amber sky.And grey mists over the forest fly j We are alone, my heart and I. _ . ". Cold falls the dew in my am countrie.,
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My Ain Countrie., Ashburton Guardian, Volume XIV, Issue 2438, 30 May 1890
My Ain Countrie. Ashburton Guardian, Volume XIV, Issue 2438, 30 May 1890
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