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Sherwood Waking
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Vanished Sherwood dreams of valour
In the misty greenwood’s shine,
Tracing trails of arrows fleeting-
Merry faces, plundered wine;
Robin irrepressible!
Tapestries of olden time.
With
a soft enchanted smile
Beguiled.
Lost in twilight, Sherwood’s evening
In the gloaming dim shall rise;
Smoke of hearthfire spirals climbing-
Showered sparks and glinting eyes;
Marian, beloved maid!
Sunset-fading, vanished skies.
Sherwood
stirring in the woodland
In
a dream of dell and dale
Be
veiled.
Nottingham arise! as strident
Hawkers cry bucolic wares;
Let the merry men in spirit,
With your townsfolk blend and share-
Let reality eclipse
As Robin courts his maiden fair!
Sherwood rising in the moonshine
In a dance of Lincoln bliss
Be this.
Wake, oh Sherwood to our pleading
In the hollows, show us clear;
Let the arrows fly a’fleeting-
Paint for us a phantom deer;
Will and Alan, Tuck and all!
Sherwood forest, now appear.
Sherwood
waking in the morning,
Knows
us not, for we are barred-
In
the misty distance grieve,
For
what it was, and what we are
So far.
Sherwood Waking
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