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64511: The Stepmother And The Princess

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Through fogs and magic spells
All day I've guided you,
Through loud alarms and yells,
Through scent of wizard stew,
Through midday pools of dew,
Through crowds that moan and mock,
Ogres at human feast,
Blood-streams and battleshock,
Past phantom bird and beast,
Monsters of West and East.
But this calm wood is hedged
With the set shape of things;
Here is no phoenix fledged,
No gryphon flaps his wings,
No dragons wave their stings.
Nothing is here that harms,
No toothed or spiny grass,
No tree whose clutching arms
Drink blood when travellers pass,
No poison-breathed Upas.
Instead the lawns are soft,
The tree-stems grave and old:
Slow branches sway aloft,
The evening air comes cold,
The sunset scatters gold.
Nay, there's no hidden lair
For tigers or for apes,
No dread of wolf or bear,
No ghouls, no goblin shapes,
No witches clad in capes.
My cloak, my ermine cloak,
Shall keep you warm and dry;
Branches of elm I've broke
To roof you as you lie
Below the winking sky.
Sleep now and think no ill,
No evil soul comes near.
The dreamy woods are still,
Sigh, sleep, forget your fear,
Sleep soundly, sleep, my dear.

History

Identifier

3466.txt

Creator

Graves, Robert (1895-1985)

Date

(1995, 1997, 1999)

Date Created

01/01/1997

Temporal Date

31/12/1999

Type

Poem

Rights

The Robert Graves Copyright Trust / Published in Graves, R. (1999) Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3. Eds. B. Graves and D. Ward. London: Penguin Books.

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ProQuest

Publisher

The First World War Poetry Digital Archive

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