A Spring Harvest/A Preface for a Tale I have never told

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A Spring Harvest
by Geoffrey Bache Smith
A Preface for a Tale I have never told
4224647A Spring Harvest — A Preface for a Tale I have never toldGeoffrey Bache Smith

A PREFACE FOR A TALE I HAVE NEVER TOLD

Herein is nought of windy citadels
Where proud kings dwell, that with an iron hand
Deal war or justice: here no history
Of valiant ships upon the wine-dark seas
Passing strange lands and threading channels strait
Between embalmed island: here no song
That men shall sing in battle and remember
When they are old and grey beside the fire:
Only a story gathered from the hills
And the wind crying of forgotten, days,
A story that shall whisper, "All things change—
For friends do grow indifferent, and loves
Die like a dream at morning: bitterness
Is the sure heritage of all men born,
And he alone sees truly, who looks out
From some huge aery peak, considering not
Fast-walled cities, or the works of men,
But turns his gaze unto the mountain-tops
And the unfathomable blue of heaven
That only change not with the changing years"——
A tale that shod itself with ancient shoon
And wrapped its cloak, and wandered from the west.