Idyls and Songs by Francis Turner Palgrave: 1848-1854 |
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 | Idyls and Songs |  |
‘Happy hours!’
Said Blanche:—‘And yet, amid the crowds unknown,
Uncared for and uncaring, you have felt
That scarcely-conscious sinking of the heart
That sighs to view its peopled solitude.’
‘I know not—no—perhaps I knew not then
That any thoughts might watch my steps from England.
And I have seen, the more I paced this earth,
How one great heart beats thro' it: custom-veil'd:
Here older in its pulses: younger there:
Yet still the same, thro' all.—And something too
Befell—the tale was at my lips e'en now—
That show'd Eve's daughters sisters everywhere.
For as you know, Blanche, dear, in boyhood's days
Our home was Algiers once.’
Said Blanche:—‘And yet, amid the crowds unknown,
Uncared for and uncaring, you have felt
That scarcely-conscious sinking of the heart
That sighs to view its peopled solitude.’
‘I know not—no—perhaps I knew not then
That any thoughts might watch my steps from England.
And I have seen, the more I paced this earth,
How one great heart beats thro' it: custom-veil'd:
Here older in its pulses: younger there:
Yet still the same, thro' all.—And something too
Befell—the tale was at my lips e'en now—
That show'd Eve's daughters sisters everywhere.
For as you know, Blanche, dear, in boyhood's days
Our home was Algiers once.’
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