[Ghosts][31st May 1972]

[Redbook1:245A][19720531:2154][Ghosts][31st May 1972]

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                        (Ghosts)

Slow again, memory turns,

            Long returning: glittering days,

            Days of Sun, never return,

            Passing, falling, dying: my years.

In the Sunshine, in fields of wind-rippled grass, and

In narrow lanes winding, I hear

The laughter of Children, the sorrow of living,

The fear of a nameless fear:

            Friends I lost in treacherous seas

            -- Northern Seas are bitter and wide --

            Cold in fear, fear of the Sea,

            Turning, sinking, drifting they died.

Crying, over the fields of Sunset, I wander, and

Seeking the Valley of Bones

I stumble through mists and through darkness, in terror

Of finding the Watchful Stones:

            Dead and cold, Barrow and Stones

            Brood in darkness, watching the Mound

            Where, alone, empty I climb

            Searching, seeking – not to be found.

While over the Downland, through mists slowly curling,

The lonelier Shades that I flee, --

Their restless dead spirits encircle the Chapel

Lost, drifting in from the Sea.

            Rushing Wind: Memory flees;

            Mists are vanished; Stars glimmer through.

            Alone with echoes, buildings and trees

            I cannot remember the Faces I knew.

(Tune: The Birdwoman/Feed the Birds

(from Mary Poppins))

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