Peace. A Study

He stood, a worn-out City clerk —
Who'd toil'd, and seen no holiday,
For forty years from dawn to dark —
Alone beside Caermarthen Bay.
He felt the salt spray on his lips;
Heard children's voices on the sands;
Up the sun's path he saw the ships
Sail on and on to other lands;
And laugh'd aloud. Each sight and sound
To him was joy too deep for tears;
He sat him on the beach, and bound
A blue bandana round his ears
And thought how, posted near his door,
His own green door on Camden Hill,
Two bands at least, most likely more,
Were mingling at their own sweet will
Verdi with Vance. And at the thought
He laugh'd again, and softly drew
That Morning Herald that he'd bought
Forth from his breast, and read it through.

by Charles Stuart Calverley

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Comments (16)

Loved reading through the comments, especially the historical context provided by Terrence George Craddock back in 2010. Why does the Clerk bind a blue bandana round his ears? This one phrase throws me for a loop and alters what, on the surface, seems to be a study in peace.
Oddly eerie that my own morning's peace involves a plate of ham and eggs and dialing up this lovely website where I often find the most pleasant things to read. And after this it appears that today will be most wonderful.
i read and liked PEACE A STUDY...and my favourite line was about 'holiday'....everyday for the CLerk is a holiday....representing peace at work for 40yrs..is a holiday.....peace a study...a dream
First time I've ever heard of this poet; first time I've ever read this poem. Fun! Sorta like a pun. I'll read one more, maybe two or three; if I read any more I'm sure I'd shriek.
so if there is no actual Morning Herald, is it a generic ad?
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