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IV. MEMORIES.
The happy dwellers in green spring-tide valleys,The wanderers over moor and heath and down,
Ladies of hill-tops far from any town,
Where the fresh north wind o'er the grey wold sallies,
With antique garb, and old Greek songs outsinging,
They come to bless me, shadows of the South,
Sweet lily limbs, and dewy rose for mouth,
And violet eyes from depths of soul upspringing;
And some come crown'd with hyacinth and moly,
A sad wan smile faint flickering on their lips,—
Slowly they draw a veil of dim eclipse
Over their eyes so sweetly melancholy;
And some bring garlands dipp'd in mandragore,
By moonlight pluck'd on some Circæan shore.
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