The Face of the Night - 1904 Author:Ford Madox Ford Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The Great View Up here, where the air's very clear, And the hills slope away nigh down to the It is very like Heaven. . . . For the sea's wine-purple an... more »d lies half asleep In the sickle of the shore, and serene in the west, Lion-like, purple and brooding in the even, Low hills lure the sun to rest. Very like Heaven. . . . For the vast marsh dozes, And waving plough-lands and willowy closes Creep and creep up the soft south steep. In the pallid North the grey and ghostly downs do fold away. And, spinning spider-threadlets down the sea, the sea-lights dance And shake out their wavering radiance. Very like Heaven. . . . For, a shimmering of pink, East, far east, past the sea-lights' distant blink, Like a cloud shell pink, like the ear of a girl, Like Venice-glass mirroring mother-o'- pearl, Like the small pink nails of my lovely lady's fingers, Where the skies drink the sea and the last light lies and lingers There is France. On the Hills Keep your brooding sorrows for dewy- misty hollows. Here's blue sky and lark song, drink the air. The joy that follows Draughts of wine o' west wind, o' north wind, o' summer breeze, Never grape's hath equalled from the wine hills by the summer seas. Whilst the breezes live, joy shall contrive, Still to tear asunder, and to scatter near and far Those nets small and thin That spider sorrows spin In the brooding hollows where no breezes are. Sidera Cadentia (ON THE DEATH OF QUEEN VICTORIA) When one of the old, little stars doth fall from its place, The eye, Glimpsing aloft must sadden to see that its space In the sky Is darker, lacking a spot of its ancient, shimmering grace, And sadder, a little, for loss of the glimmer on high. Very remote, ...« less