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Poem by Louise Imogen Guiney

The Old Dial of Corpus

Warden of hours and ages, here I dwell,
Who saw young Keble pass, with sighing shook
For good unborn; and, towards a willow nook,
Pole, princely in the senate and the cell;
And doubting the near boom of Osney bell,
Turning on me that sweetly subtile look,
Erasmus, in his breast an Attic book:
Peacemakers all, their dreams to ashes fell.
Naught steadfast may I image nor attain
Save steadfast labour; futile must I grope
After my god, like him, inconstant bright.
But sun and shade must unto you remain
Alternately a symbol and a hope,
Men, spirits! of Emmanuel your Light.

Louise Imogen Guiney

Louise Imogen Guiney's other poems:
  1. Ad Antiquarium
  2. The Chantry
  3. Emily Brontë
  4. A FriendТs Song for Simoisius
  5. Strikers in Hyde Park

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