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" Fringford Brook " by Violet Jacob (poem)

00:00 " Fringford Brook " Poem by Violet Jacob 00:10 part 1 01:10 part 2 Fringford Brook The willows stand by Fringford brook, From Fringford up to Hethe, Sun on their cloudy silver heads, And shadow underneath. They ripple to the silent airs That stir the lazy day, Now whitened by their passing hands, Now turned again to grey. The slim marsh-thistle's purple plume Droops tasselled on the stem, The golden hawkweeds pierce like flame The grass that harbours them; Long drowning tresses of the weeds Trail where the stream is slow, The vapoured mauves of water-mint Melt in the pools below; Serenely soft September sheds On earth her slumberous look, The heartbreak of an anguished world Throbs not by Fringford brook. All peace is here. Beyond our range, Yet 'neath the selfsame sky, The boys that knew these fields of home By Flemish willows lie. They waded in the sun-shot flow, They loitered in the shade, Who trod the heavy road of death, Jesting and unafraid. Peace! What of peace? This glimpse of peace Lies at the heart of pain, For respite, ere the spirit's load We stoop to lift again. O load of grief, of faith, of wrath, Of patient, quenchless will, Till God shall ease us of your weight We'll bear you higher still! O ghosts that walk by Fringford brook, 'Tis more than peace you give, For you, who knew so well to die, Shall teach us how to live. Violet Jacob