Edward Cracroft Lefroy: His Life and Poems including a Reprint of Echoes from Theocritus: By Wilfred Austin Gill: With a Critical Estimate of the Sonnets by the late John Addington Symonds |
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LXXXIII
THE HONEY-MOON
Till dusk crept o'er the June-grass round my seat,
She lay and listened, drinking word by word
All the old tales of Arcady that spurred
The Doric heart, and made Greek pulses beat.
I could have talked for aye: it was so sweet
To mark her up-turned face, while night's one bird
Woke in the beech, and eve's last zephyr stirred
And sighed a little, ere it sank effete.
At length she rose with forehead sagely knit:
“It never was,” she cried—“that age divine!”
And I: “But how then could we dream of it?
As well deny yon far-off tapers shine.”
And so we passed to household lamps new-lit,
My hand upon her shoulder, hers on mine.
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