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A CHARADE SONNET.
“SOUTH-WOLD.”.
Of bright blue sky, of mild and
balmy air,
Lending fresh beauty to the laughing flowers,
And renovating Nature's faded powers,
My first reminds us; till we long to share
All the sweet South can give, and wander there.
My second boasts nor groves nor shady bowers,
But, watered oft by warm and gentle showers,
On a bright day looks beautiful, though bare.
My whole is fraught with dreams of long, light days,
By Summer loiterers passed in idlesse sweet,
What time they sought from business a retreat,
And on the landscape round them loved to gaze;
Although at times it wore a sterner phase,
As on the sounding shore the surges beat.
Lending fresh beauty to the laughing flowers,
And renovating Nature's faded powers,
My first reminds us; till we long to share
All the sweet South can give, and wander there.
My second boasts nor groves nor shady bowers,
But, watered oft by warm and gentle showers,
On a bright day looks beautiful, though bare.
My whole is fraught with dreams of long, light days,
By Summer loiterers passed in idlesse sweet,
What time they sought from business a retreat,
And on the landscape round them loved to gaze;
Although at times it wore a sterner phase,
As on the sounding shore the surges beat.
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