A Chant

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Title:     A Chant
Author: John Collings Squire [More Titles by Squire]

Gently the petals fall as the tree gently sways
That has known many springs and many petals fall
Year after year to strew the green deserted ways
And the statue and the pond and the low, broken wall.

Faded is the memory of old things done,
Peace floats on the ruins of ancient festival;
They lie and forget in the warmth of the sun,
And a sky silver-blue arches over all.

O softly, O tenderly, the heart now stirs
With desires faint and formless; and, seeking not, I find
Quiet thoughts that flash like azure king-fishers
Across the luminous tranquil mirror of the mind.

[The end]
John Collings Squire's poem: Chant

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