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XVIII.
FLUSHED WITH VICTORY
O'er every common task Love casts a glow
Of pleasure, and a sacred healing calm,
As o'er the garden paths the rose-trees throw
Their petals, and their tender odorous balm:
O'er each day's common toil Love flings a light
Delicious, and a hope of fairer things,—
As in the ancients' dreams a heavenly sprite
Hovered above the good with golden wings.
Of pleasure, and a sacred healing calm,
As o'er the garden paths the rose-trees throw
Their petals, and their tender odorous balm:
O'er each day's common toil Love flings a light
Delicious, and a hope of fairer things,—
As in the ancients' dreams a heavenly sprite
Hovered above the good with golden wings.
When I am quite engulfed in common toil,
I faint not, lady,—but I think of thee,
And fear not lest my paltry labour soil
The silver-shining plumes of Poesy;
For thou art ever with me, sweet, to foil
Such issue, flushed with ample victory.
I faint not, lady,—but I think of thee,
And fear not lest my paltry labour soil
The silver-shining plumes of Poesy;
For thou art ever with me, sweet, to foil
Such issue, flushed with ample victory.
1873.
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