In Thule [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in The Earthen Floor (1902).]


In Thule.

“There was a King in Thule,”
And so the legends say, —
Who loved his mistress truly,
For ever and for aye.

There was a King in Thule,
And he would constant be;
There is a King in Thule,
In Thule, ’cross the Sea.

And when the red sun, splendid,
The gate of dawn unbars,
And when the scroll unended
Is opened of the stars,

He still sits drinking, lonely;
And in his fancy he
His True-Beloved only
For evermore may see.

Before, and aye behind him,
The Tide of Life may pass,
If but his vision find him
Her dead face in the glass!

E. J. Brady, The Earthen Floor, Grafton (N.S.W.): Grip Newspaper Co., 1902

Editor’s notes:
aye = always, forever

Vernacular spelling in the original text:
’cross (across)

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