new zealand electronic poetry centre

 

Robin Hyde


The Conquerors And Other Poems
 

Freedom
 
Long soever the day,
There is this at the end —
I shall be free alike
From enemy and from friend;
Free from the thrall of towers
Where magic dwells,
From terrible open-eyed
Breaking of spells;
Free from the scents and sounds
That prisoned my heart on earth,
From scornful stars that faded
The rose in the gown of mirth;
Free from the pillars of flame
That led to a bitter sea,
Free from the sudden night’s
Impregnability.
And perhaps some light shall be mine,
Strange and pale as the sun
That shines on the empty meads
Of a springtime scarce begun.
Or perhaps, grown quiet at last,
I shall lie and no more know
Than the pulse of the rain above,
Than the eager seeds below.


 
 
 


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Last updated 11 September, 2003