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Andrew Lang - On Calais Sands
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ON Calais Sands the gray began,  
  Then rosy red above they gray;  
The morn with many a scarlet van  
  Leaped, and the world was glad with May!  
The little waves along the bay 
  Broke white upon the shelving strands;  
The sea-mews flitted white as they  
        On Calais Sands!  
  
On Calais Sands must man with man  
  Wash honor clean in blood to-day; 
On spaces wet from waters wan  
  How white the flashing rapiers play,—  
Parry, riposte! and lunge! The fray  
  Shifts for a while, then mournful stands  
The Victor: life ebbs fast away
        On Calais Sands!  
  
On Calais Sands a little space  
  Of silence, then the plash and spray,  
The sound of eager waves that ran  
  To kiss the perfumed locks astray, 
To touch these lips that ne’er said “Nay,”  
  To dally with the helpless hands,  
Till the deep sea in silence lay  
        On Calais Sands!  
  
Between the lilac and the may
  She waits her love from alien lands;  
Her love is colder than the clay  
        On Calais Sands!
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