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The Ballad of Semmerwater

Deep asleep, deep asleep,
Deep asleep it lies,
The still lake of Semmerwater
Under the still skies.
 
And many a fathom, many a fathom,
Many a fathom below,
In a king's tower and a queen's bower
The fishes come and go.
 
Once there stood by Semmerwater
A mickle town and tall;
King's tower and queen's bower
And the wakeman on the wall.
 
Came a beggar halt and sore:
"I faint for lack of bread!"
King's tower and queen's bower
Cast him forth unfed.
 
He knock'd at the door of the eller's cot,
The eller's cot in the dale.
They gave him of their oatcake,
They gave him of their ale.
He has cursed aloud that city proud,
He has cursed it in its pride;
He has cursed it into Semmerwater
Down the brant hillside;
He has cursed it into Semmerwater
There to bide.
 
King's tower and queen's bower,
And a mickle town and tall;
By glimmer of scale and gleam of fin,
Folk have seen them all.
 
King's tower and queen's bower,
And weed and reed in the gloom;
And a lost city in Semmerweater,
Deep asleep till Doom.

Sir William Watson  

 

 

 

The Water Cycle
Water hard as iron,
Water flowing free,
Water floating light as air,
Water one in three.

Vapour rising skyward,
Falls to earth as rain,
Flows in river, stream and sea
To rise as cloud again.

Lifting skyward, falling earthward,
Ever on the move,
Thus the cycle of all life
Comes and goes on earth.

Paul King
Deep in the night is darkness,
With my soul in slumber deep.
Moonlight dreams on the waters,
Moonlit dreams in my sleep.

High in the star-filled firmament
The song of the spheres is heard,
Giving me strength for the morrow,
In thought and deed and word.

Now light of the sun is dawning,
And light of my mind as I wake:
Alive in the world,
At home on the earth,
My path through life to take.

Paul King
The rocks are hard
And we stumble.
The rocks are sharp
And we bleed.
The rocks are heavy, jagged and dense,
Crushing and dark indeed.

But the rocks bear the weight of the world,
They bear up our steps with might;
And deep within, like stars on earth,
Their jewels glisten bright.

Paul King
A pebble dropped in a lake
Sends ripples gliding to shore.
The world is changed for ever;
Does the ripple glide ever more?

A word of kindness spoken
Sends warmth where was pain before.
The world is changed for ever:
The warmth lives on ever more.

Paul King
Gliding swiftly across the frozen
Lake she skates with grace,
Circling, twirling, curving in arcs,
The figures in ice to trace.

A hundred falls have come before,
A hundred bumps and shocks,
But up she got and tried again,
Disdainful of the knocks.

Now she glides across the ice,
Master of grace and skill.
The prize is hers,
A just reward
For the heart that says, I will!

Paul King
Stone rough and jagged
Tumbles down the hill,
Falls into a river,
Lies there calm and still.

Riverís ever flowing,
Water sparkling bright,
Curving, twirling, slip and slide
In the summer light.

Years flow by like water -
Water on the move -
At last the stone, once jagged,
Is polished, round and smooth.

Paul King
Kingdoms of nature below me,
Kingdoms of angels above.
Between the two, here stand I,
Uniting these worlds with love.

Paul King
A goal illumined and planned by my head,
Weighed and warmed by the love of my heart,
Becomes a deed I set in the world,
Directed, warm and good.

Paul King


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