The Circle of Affection and Other Pieces in Prose and Verse

by Duncan Campbell Scott


 

AT DERWENTWATER


 

I WATCHED the gradual twilight
        Fade upon mere and fell,
And my heart was moved to a sadness
        Of which it is vain to tell.

Not for the bar of crimson

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        That kept the stars away,
Not for the deepening shadow
        That crossed the tranquil bay

It was not the fleeting beauty
        That gave the lasting pain,

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The stars shall rise in their courses,
        Day shall dawn again;

I thought on the ultimate secret,—
        Long after the light had flown—
That lies beyond all appearance

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        And cannot be known.