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SONNET XXV
“GRECIAN AND ENGLISH”
Am I a pagan? Am I set at nought
Because I worship here in English air
The goddess whom Keats' fancy found so fair,—
The gold-haired Venus whom his genius brought
Hither, sweet queen of songs and amorous thought?
No more need blue-bell weep or rose despair:
Though Greece she loved, she did not linger there;
Drawn Westward ever, the land of Keats she sought.
Because I worship here in English air
The goddess whom Keats' fancy found so fair,—
The gold-haired Venus whom his genius brought
Hither, sweet queen of songs and amorous thought?
No more need blue-bell weep or rose despair:
Though Greece she loved, she did not linger there;
Drawn Westward ever, the land of Keats she sought.
Her light of beauty is upon our hills:
She haunts our Isis, and her soft eyes shine
On sun-kissed ripples of our Northern rills,
And her white limbs repose 'neath birch and pine,
And our grey waves with marvellous foot she thrills,
Grecian and English,—and as both divine.
She haunts our Isis, and her soft eyes shine
On sun-kissed ripples of our Northern rills,
And her white limbs repose 'neath birch and pine,
And our grey waves with marvellous foot she thrills,
Grecian and English,—and as both divine.
1881.
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