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A HORROR AND A CALM |
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SONNET XIII
A HORROR AND A CALM
“Sweet, gather me some clover”—and he stepped
Over the stile into the crimson field,
And she with a green hedge behind for shield
Leaned back and waited, dreamed and smiled and slept,
The while he wandered onward far, and leapt
To seize another flower fairer still;
But, on a sudden, came a cold sharp thrill
Across him, and a horror grew and crept
With slimy sickening feet throughout his brain,
The sense that she was gone—he hurried back,
And let the grasses fall upon the track,
And with his eyes stretched wide in eager pain
Met—that full tender hazel glance again!
Of flowers of love they did not find a lack.
1871.
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