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The Spike or Victoria University College Review June 1925

Ere the Clouds Return After the Rain

page 47

Ere the Clouds Return After the Rain

This much is sure; the days that were are not,
Nor shall they come again; and the far hills
Will melt and fail before my wrinkling eyes
And pass into that sea from whence I came,
Where I shall go, my pilgrimages done,
Where old Atlantis sleeps below her tarns,
And quiet reigns along her darkling shore.
And yet because my watch is short and comes
But once between the shadowed wells of sleep,
I would drink Beauty to her deepest lees,
And go to my long rest contented then
To know that Life was kind, ay merciful,
To drain his bounty in a sweeping flood,
Nor trickle it in slow abatement forth
Till staking age was very death in life,
And death was life but of its staleness robbed.
Wherefore I shall go out to the deep hills
And mourn for all the beauty was of old
And all the grandeur of forgotten dawns
Till Time shall weep for his own transience,
And lost in thought forget his round of days.

—R.F.F.