Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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SONNET VII. EVENING DREAMS.
When resting in my green and bough-wrought cell,
Where gloomy shades are on the grassy ground;
And evening zephyrs waft the fragrant smell
Of waving blossoms from the flow'rs around;
I listen to the spirit-soothing sound
Of winds that, murm'ring, in the tree-tops swell,
And feel my fancy drawn, as by a spell,
To scenes where only joy and peace are found.
Where gloomy shades are on the grassy ground;
And evening zephyrs waft the fragrant smell
Of waving blossoms from the flow'rs around;
I listen to the spirit-soothing sound
Of winds that, murm'ring, in the tree-tops swell,
And feel my fancy drawn, as by a spell,
To scenes where only joy and peace are found.
Then how I lose myself in nameless dreams
Of days long passed away, or yet to come;
And things beyond the ken of mortal sight;
Of days long passed away, or yet to come;
And things beyond the ken of mortal sight;
Till ev'ry moving shade before me seems
Some wand'ring spirit, bodiless, and dumb,
That glides along the shady earth at night.
Some wand'ring spirit, bodiless, and dumb,
That glides along the shady earth at night.
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