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ON REVISITING A SPOT BY THE ROTHA, NEAR AMBLESIDE.
Oct 17, 1862.
6.
I walked in dream. Alone the bright Boy stoodHalf imaged in the waters round his feet:
His line had just been cast into the flood,
Then first; his glance leaped forth the spoil to meet!
The gold-brown curls about him waved, and sweet
The blithesome smile of parted lips; the blood
Flushing the fresh cheek like a rose whose hood
With night-dews glittering, airs of morning greet.
Ah me! Since there he stood full sixty years,
Snow-laden, on their wintry pinions frore
Have sailed beyond the limit of our spheres,
And like that fleeting pageant are no more—
That Boy my Father was! the autumnal day
He led me to that spot his hair was grey.
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