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SONNET XXVII
“BORN OUT OF DUE TIME”
If I be born too late, and if for me
Beside the sea-wave still white Venus stands
With tenderest witchery in soft outstretched hands,—
If still along the moonlight-dimpled sea
I hear far sounds as of the silver glee
Of sea-nymphs making for the weed-flecked strands,—
If summer beckons me from balmier lands,
Why must ye, O ye people, turn from me?
Beside the sea-wave still white Venus stands
With tenderest witchery in soft outstretched hands,—
If still along the moonlight-dimpled sea
I hear far sounds as of the silver glee
Of sea-nymphs making for the weed-flecked strands,—
If summer beckons me from balmier lands,
Why must ye, O ye people, turn from me?
Oh, worship ye your gods, and leave me mine!
Think ye that never ripples shone so fair
As those of Galilee? A sweeter air
Trembles along the blue waves' creamy line
And lifts the tresses of dark groves of pine
Whereby the old gods' passionate temples were!
Think ye that never ripples shone so fair
As those of Galilee? A sweeter air
Trembles along the blue waves' creamy line
And lifts the tresses of dark groves of pine
Whereby the old gods' passionate temples were!
1882.
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