Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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SONNET XI.
[In ev'ry dream thy lovely features rise]
In ev'ry dream thy lovely features rise;
I see them in the sunshine of the day;
Thy form is flitting still before my eyes
Where'er at eve I tread my lonely way;
In ev'ry moaning wind I hear thee say
Sweet words of consolation, while thy sighs
Seem borne along on ev'ry blast that flies;
I live, I talk with thee where'er I stray:
I see them in the sunshine of the day;
Thy form is flitting still before my eyes
Where'er at eve I tread my lonely way;
In ev'ry moaning wind I hear thee say
Sweet words of consolation, while thy sighs
Seem borne along on ev'ry blast that flies;
I live, I talk with thee where'er I stray:
And yet thou never more shalt come to me
On earth, for thou art in a world of bliss,
And fairer still—if fairer thou canst be—
On earth, for thou art in a world of bliss,
And fairer still—if fairer thou canst be—
Than when thou bloomed'st for a while in this.
Few be my days of loneliness and pain
Until I meet in love with thee again.
Few be my days of loneliness and pain
Until I meet in love with thee again.
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