Broadside

by Walter James Redfern Turner (1889 - 1946)

1. Lovely hill‑torrents are  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Lovely hill torrents are
  At cold winterfall; 
Among the earth's silence they 
  Stonily call. 

Gone Autumn's pageantry;
  Through woods all bare 
With strange, locked voices 
  Shining they stare!

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Confirmed with Modern American and British Poetry. In Two Volumes, Volume 2. British, ed. by Louis Untermeyer. War Department Education Manual, Issue 131, Part 2, Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1942, page 365.


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6. Men fade like rocks
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Language: English 
Rock-like the souls of men 
Fade, fade in time. 
Falls on worn surfaces, 
Slow chime on chime, 

Sense, like a murmuring dew, 
Soft sculpturing rain, 
Or the wind that blows hollowing 
In every lane. 

Smooth as the stones that lie 
Dimmed, water-worn, 
Worn of the night and day, 
In sense forlorn, 

Rock-like the souls of men 
Fade, fade in time; 
Smoother than river-rain 
Falls chime on chime.

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8. Song
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Gently, sorrowfully sang the maid
   Sowing the ploughed field over,
And her song was only:
   "Come, O my lover!"

Strangely, strangely shone the light,
   Stilly wound the river:
"Thy love is a dead man,
   He'll come back never."

Sadly, sadly passed the maid
   The fading dark hills over;
Still her song far, far away said:
   "Come, O my lover!"

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Total word count: 154