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The Valley of Silence

by Fiona Macleod

−0.5030 − 0.6821i

Drawing the boundary…

The Song of the Western Men

by Robert Stephen Hawker

−0.4968 − 0.6896i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Valley of Silence

by Fiona Macleod

In the secret Valley of Silence
No breath doth fall;
No wind stirs in the branches;
No bird doth call:
As on a white wall
A breathless lizard is still,
So silence lies on the valley
Breathlessly still.

In the dusk-grown heart of the valley
An altar rises white:
No rapt priest bends in awe
Before its silent light:
But sometimes a flight
Of breathless words of prayer
White-wing'd enclose the altar,
Eddies of prayer.

The Song of the Western Men

by Robert Stephen Hawker

Good sword and a trusty hand!
A merry heart and true!
King James's men shall understand
What Cornish lads can do.

And have they fixed the where and when?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's twenty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why!

Out spake their captain brave and bold,
A merry wight was he:
"If London Tower were Michael's hold,
We'll set Trelawny free!

"We'll cross the Tamar, land to land,
The Severn is no stay,—
With 'one and all,' and hand in hand,
And who shall bid us nay?

"And when we come to London Wall,
A pleasant sight to view,
Come forth! Come forth, ye cowards all,
Here's men as good as you.

"Trelawny he's in keep and hold,
Trelawny he may die;—
But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold,
Will know the reason why!"

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