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 RICHARD LE GALLIENNE

Yon bird is but her messenger, The moon is but her silver car;

Yea' sun and moon are sent by her, And every wistful waiting star.

��LIONEL JOHNSON

pop By the Statue of King Charles

at Charmg Cross


 * OMBRE and rich, the bkies,

Great glooms, and starry plains; Gently the night wind sighs; Elbe a vast silence reigns.

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��The splendid silence clings Around me and around The saddest of all Kings, Crown 'd, and again dibcrown'd.

Comely and calm, he rides Hard by his own Whitehall. Only the night wind glides: No crowdb, nor rebels, brawl.

Gone, too, his Court, and yet, The stars his courtiers are' Stars in their stations set; And every wandering star.

Alone he rides, alone, The fair and fatal King- Dark night is all his own, That strange and solemn thing.

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