Poems by R. C. Lehmann

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When the waves rise high and higher as they toss about together,
When the gusts are at play with the trees on the lawn,
When eight strong fellows are out to row,
(MAY 20, 1910)
When the fierce bugle thrilled alarm,
So now your tale of years is done,
Like winds that with the setting of the sun
Tested and staunch through many a changing year,
Hail and Farewell, dear Brother of the Pen,
He's a boy,
RUPERT is dead, and RUPERT was my friend;
Blow, Father Triton, blow your wreathéd horn
Tufted and bunched and ranged with careless art
Our Peter, who's famed as an eater of things,
Ho, ruddy-cheeked boys and curly maids,
I heard - 'twas on a morning, but when it was and where,
Soo-Ti, I thank the careful fate
Hang garlands on the bathroom door;
A robin skimmed into the room,
Sweetheart, where all the dancing joys compete
"Come, Peggy, put your toys away; you needn't shake your head,
When good-nights have been prattled, and prayers have been said,
"Euclid, we are told, is at last dead, after two thousand years of an immortality that he never much deserved." - The Times Literary Supplement.
Hush! We're not a pack of boys
Splendour, whom lately on your glowing flight
I sing the sofa! It had stood for years,
There's a line of rails on an upland green
Let others from the feathered brood
It was deadly cold in Danbury town
You with the hawk's eyes and the nerves of steel,
When you and I were younger the world was passing fair;