You whose clear voices never die

You whose clear voices never die
Though mute your makers lie :
You who by music measure out the day ,
With unconcerted , dear , predictable delay ,
Chime , sweetly chime :
By hour and hour run out the sands of time .

Toll for our souls by mercy sained :
We wane as all have waned .
Toll for all those who sinned as we have sinned ,
Those who once heard you clear and high upon the wind
Chime, sweetly chime :
By hour and hour run out the sands of time .

Chime , for years come that grudge renown ,
That seek to drag you down :
Pray we against the evil day when none
Beneath your towers may walk and dream as we have done :
Chime , sweetly chime :
By hour and hour run out the sands of time .

10th June 1952

Your namesake, the bright goddess of the moon

two for Diana [Marion’s heading]
[the first]

Your namesake, the bright goddess of the moon
Haphazard strews the world with silver light,
Serenely tolerant of wind and night
Nor caring that the dawn must come so soon
Nor fearful of the fiercely painted noon
Nor envying her golden brother’s might
Immortal, lovely, wise : from darkened height
Haphazard her dream silver rays are strewn.

In your calm goddess place unwavering trust,
Be not by fleeting human cares dismayed,
Unruffled smile at them, for they depart,
All mortal knowledge crumbles into dust :
Diana , green are laurels , but they fade —
Eternal is the wisdom of your heart .

December 1946