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 THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING

Evening on the olden, the golden sea of Wales,

When the first star shivers and the last wave pales:

O evening dreams!

There's a house that Britons walked in, long ago,

Where now the springs of ocean fall and flow,

And the dead robed in red and sea-lilies overhead

Sway when the long winds blow.

Sleep not, my country: though night is here, afar

Your children of the morning are clamorous for war:

Fire in the night, O dreams!

Though she send you as she sent you, long ago,

South to desert, east to ocean, west to snow,

West of these out to seas colder than the Hebrides I must go

Where the fleet of stars is anchored and the young Star-captains glow.

JAMES ELROY FLECKER

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