Lelant from "Poems of to-day: first and second series"
First and Second Series
February 15, 2019University of Nebraska–LincolnZayne Foster's Encoding Assignements206 AndresUniversity of
Nebraska–LincolnLincoln, NE 68588-4100zayne.w.foster@gmail.com2019
Poems of to-day: first and second series
Sidgwick and Jackson
1924
Published for the English Association
London
Zayne Foster
Transcribed and Encoded a Poem
95. LELANT
(In Memory of Thomasine Trenoweth, aged 23)
The little meadow by the sand,Where Tamsin lies, is ringed aboutWith acres of the scented thyme.The salt wind blows in all that land;The great clouds pace across the skies;Rare wanderers from the ferry climb.One might sleep well enough, no doublt,Where Tamsin lies.Tamsin has sunshine now and wind,And all in life she might not have,The silence and the utter peaceThat tempest-winnowed spirits findOn slopes that front the western waveThe white gulls circle without ceaseO'er Tamsin's grave.>E. K. Chambers.