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SONNET XIII
ENGLAND AND ITALY
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SONNET XIII
ENGLAND AND ITALY
Talk not to me of Italy!—Hast thou seen
The fern-draped vales of Devon? Hast thou felt
The sweetness of the morning through thee melt
Within the moist dense tangled woods that screen
Blue Derwentwater, stretching broad and green
Along the mountain-margins, belt on belt?
Hast thou through months of golden summer dwelt
Where white Penzance basks, sunlit and serene?—
The fern-draped vales of Devon? Hast thou felt
The sweetness of the morning through thee melt
Within the moist dense tangled woods that screen
Blue Derwentwater, stretching broad and green
Along the mountain-margins, belt on belt?
Hast thou through months of golden summer dwelt
Where white Penzance basks, sunlit and serene?—
Talk not to me of Italy!—In our clime
Wonders undreamed of I will show to thee:
Is not this black-tressed pine-forest sublime?
Inhale (could Southern fragrance daintier be?)
This slumbrous scent of meadow-sweet and thyme
Mixed with the scent that comes up from the sea.
Wonders undreamed of I will show to thee:
Is not this black-tressed pine-forest sublime?
Inhale (could Southern fragrance daintier be?)
This slumbrous scent of meadow-sweet and thyme
Mixed with the scent that comes up from the sea.
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