Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CLEVEDON CHURCH, by ANDREW LANG


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First Line: Westward I watch the low green hills of wales
Last Line: And all his waves complain.
Subject(s): Churches; Clevedon, Great Britain; Hallam, Arthur Henry (1811-1833); Cathedrals


WESTWARD I watch the low green hills of Wales,
The low sky silver grey,
The turbid Channel with the wandering sails
Moans through the winter day.
There is no colour but one ashen light
On tower and lonely tree,
The little church upon the windy height
Is grey as sky or sea.

But there hath he that woke the sleepless Love
Slept through these fifty years,
There is the grave that has been wept above
With more than mortal tears.
And far below I hear the Channel sweep
And all his waves complain,
As Hallam's dirge through all the years must keep
Its monotone of pain.

. . . . .

Grey sky, brown waters, as a bird that flies,
My heart flits forth from these
Back to the winter rose of northern skies,
Back to the northern seas.
And lo, the long waves of the ocean beat
Below the minster grey,
Caverns and chapels worn of saintly feet,
And knees of them that pray.

And I remember me how twain were one
Beside that ocean dim,
I count the years passed over since the sun
That lights me looked on him,
And dreaming of the voice that, safe in sleep,
Shall greet me not again,
Far, far below I hear the Channel sweep
And all his waves complain.





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