Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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XII. “HERE” AND “THERE.”
The trees are Here in equal majesty;As beautiful, though mellow'd by the year
From pleasure into thought: flowers, too, are Here;
As sweet, and sun-died in their livery:
And Here are gurgling brooks and rivulets;
And hills and vales, more lofty far and deep;
Round which the sun in holier glory sets,
Moon and stars rise, and wild winds wake and sleep,
And glad birds sing as sweetly: rocks are Here,
And the vast deep they gird, which were not There:
Then, why this sense of utter vacancy,
That weighs upon my heart and dims my eye?
She is not Here who blest me in the night!—
Gone like the fairy lamps that lent us light!
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