Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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THE TRAVELLER LOST.
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THE TRAVELLER LOST.
That winding pathway on this windless day,
With flowering turfs and pebbles here and there;
That hawthorn-hedge irregularly bare
And blossoming; the sky-lark far away;—
That very twig and leaf and clambering spray:
And now behind me, from the unseen shore,
A curlew!—Yes, I have been here before,
And God hath brought me back another way.
With flowering turfs and pebbles here and there;
That hawthorn-hedge irregularly bare
And blossoming; the sky-lark far away;—
That very twig and leaf and clambering spray:
And now behind me, from the unseen shore,
A curlew!—Yes, I have been here before,
And God hath brought me back another way.
One instant! the memorial sense has flown,
Leaving all blank as the Atlantic tides
Fronting Columbus: it was like the moon
To the half awake,—as if I had gone down
That fabulous well where Truth from mortals hides,
And, looking up, beheld the stars at noon!
Leaving all blank as the Atlantic tides
Fronting Columbus: it was like the moon
To the half awake,—as if I had gone down
That fabulous well where Truth from mortals hides,
And, looking up, beheld the stars at noon!
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