Edward Cracroft Lefroy: His Life and Poems including a Reprint of Echoes from Theocritus: By Wilfred Austin Gill: With a Critical Estimate of the Sonnets by the late John Addington Symonds |
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A VIEW
Here is the hill-top. Look! Not moor or fen,
Not wood or pasture, circles round the steep;
But houses upon houses, thousand-deep,
The merchant's palace and the pauper's den.
We are alone,—beyond all mortal ken;
Only the birds are with us and the sheep.
We are alone; and yet one giant's-leap
Would land us in the flood of hurrying men.
If e'er I step from out that turbid stream
To spend an hour in thought, I pass it here:
For good it is across our idlest dream
To see the light of manhood shining clear;
And solitude is sweetest, as I deem,
When half-a-million hearts are beating near.
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