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21 EC ce Homo ! T T E hung upon a wayside Calvary, A * From whence no more the carven Christ looks down With wide, blank eyes beneath the thorny crown, On the devout and careless, passing by. The Cross had shaken with his agony, His blood had stained the dancing grasses brown, But when we found him, though the weary frown, That waited on death's long delayed mercy, Still bent his brow, yet he was dead and cold, With drooping head and patient eyes astare, That would not shut. As we stood turned ...to ice The sun remembered Golgotha of old, And made a halo of his yellow hair In mockery of that fruitless sacrifice. 22 April Nights T T 7"HEN the night watches slowly downwards creep, ^ * And heavy darkness lays her leaden wings On aged eyes that ache but cannot weep, For burning time hath dried the water-springs Yearneth the watcher then with sleepless pain For eager hearts that in the grave lie cold, For all the toil and pride of years made vain, And grieveth sore to be alive, and old. Without, the lost wind desolately crying Scatters poor spring's frail children rent and torn, And when the moon looks, wearily a-dying, A moment 'thwart her shroud, faint and forlorn, Gleams ghostly through the trees her fickle light On barren blossoms, strewn upon the night.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
21 EC ce Homo ! T T E hung upon a wayside Calvary, A * From whence no more the carven Christ looks down With wide, blank eyes beneath the thorny crown, On the devout and careless, passing by. The Cross had shaken with his agony, His blood had stained the dancing grasses brown, But when we found him, though the weary frown, That waited on death's long delayed mercy, Still bent his brow, yet he was dead and cold, With drooping head and patient eyes astare, That would not shut. As we stood turned ...to ice The sun remembered Golgotha of old, And made a halo of his yellow hair In mockery of that fruitless sacrifice. 22 April Nights T T 7"HEN the night watches slowly downwards creep, ^ * And heavy darkness lays her leaden wings On aged eyes that ache but cannot weep, For burning time hath dried the water-springs Yearneth the watcher then with sleepless pain For eager hearts that in the grave lie cold, For all the toil and pride of years made vain, And grieveth sore to be alive, and old. Without, the lost wind desolately crying Scatters poor spring's frail children rent and torn, And when the moon looks, wearily a-dying, A moment 'thwart her shroud, faint and forlorn, Gleams ghostly through the trees her fickle light On barren blossoms, strewn upon the night.
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