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TRISTESSE
To Gleeson White
Summer lies heavily on the land:
Beyond the garden and the trees
Beyond the garden and the trees
I watch the burning skies expand.
I long for distant sands and seas.
I long for distant sands and seas.
I long for glancing lines of foam
That glisten on the shifting green,
That glisten on the shifting green,
For southward lie the downs we clomb,
The beaches where our feet have been.
The beaches where our feet have been.
Remembering all, my sad heart weeps
To watch the sun, the sky so blue,
To watch the sun, the sky so blue,
Sweet, for all night and day it keeps
The heavy grief of losing you.
The heavy grief of losing you.
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