A la memoria de C. T. W.
antiguo soldado de la Guardia Real de Caballería.
Muerto en el Presidio de Reading, Berkshire, 7 de julio de 1896:
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When youth was lord of my unchallenged fate,
And time seemed but the vassal of my will,
I entertainëd certain guests of state—
The great of older days, who, faithful still,
Have kept with me the pact my youth had made.And I remember how one galleon rare
From the far distance of a time long dead
Came on the wings of a fair-fortuned air... -
This is a breath of summer wind
That comes—we know not how—that goes
As softly,—leaving us behind,
Pleased with a smell of vine and rose.Poet, shall this be all thy word?
Blow on us with a bolder breeze,
Until we rise, as having heard
The sob, the song of far-off seas.Blow in thy shell until thou draw,
From... -
In Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a wretched man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a...
Now cease these tears, lay gentle Vigil by,
Let recent sorrows dim the pausing eye:
Shall Æneas for lost Creusa mourn,
And tears be wanting on Abella's urn?
Like him I lost my fair one in my flight
From cruel foes---and in the dead of night.
Shall he lament the fall of Illion's tow'rs,...