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SONNET XXV. “SOMETHING WAS WANTING.”
Though the sun slept upon the yellow sand,
And though the ferns waved idly in the breeze,
And though the green resplendent sun-kissed trees
Lifted tall gracious heads on either hand,—
And though the purple heather filled the land,
And the pine-odour wafted o'er the leas
Seemed softer than the salt strong scent of seas,—
I felt a pain I could not understand.
And though the ferns waved idly in the breeze,
And though the green resplendent sun-kissed trees
Lifted tall gracious heads on either hand,—
And though the purple heather filled the land,
And the pine-odour wafted o'er the leas
Seemed softer than the salt strong scent of seas,—
I felt a pain I could not understand.
Something was wanting.—Then I climbed a hill
And the blue Brighton downs beneath their haze
Stretched far before me. With one wild soul-thrill
And one long eager tearful burning gaze
I yearned towards these, and felt my heart grow still:
Then turned again to the green woodland ways.
And the blue Brighton downs beneath their haze
Stretched far before me. With one wild soul-thrill
And one long eager tearful burning gaze
I yearned towards these, and felt my heart grow still:
Then turned again to the green woodland ways.
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