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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(ST. LEONARDS, EDINBURGH, 1826.)
A pebbled pathway led up to the door
Where I was born, with holly hedge confined,
Whose leaves the winter snows oft interlined;
Oft now it seems, because the year before
My sister died, we were together more,
And from the parlour window every morn
Looked on that hedge, while mother's face, so worn
With fear of coming ill, bent sweetly o'er.
Where I was born, with holly hedge confined,
Whose leaves the winter snows oft interlined;
Oft now it seems, because the year before
My sister died, we were together more,
And from the parlour window every morn
Looked on that hedge, while mother's face, so worn
With fear of coming ill, bent sweetly o'er.
And when she saw me watching, smile would she,
And turn away with many things distraught;
Thus was it manhood took me by surprise,
The sadness of her heart came into me,
And everything I ever yet have thought
I learned then from her anxious loving eyes.
And turn away with many things distraught;
Thus was it manhood took me by surprise,
The sadness of her heart came into me,
And everything I ever yet have thought
I learned then from her anxious loving eyes.
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