Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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SONNET XV. TO MY MOTHER'S SPIRIT.
Lost spirit of the past! when summer skies
Of former years were spread o'er thee, a child;
And thou wert seen in sunny day, by eyes
That left the light before thine own, all wild
And joyful in thy native fields, beguil'd
By summer flow'rs, or circling butterflies;
And thy young face, in quick succession, smil'd
And wept; e'er yet thy tender soul was wise
Of former years were spread o'er thee, a child;
And thou wert seen in sunny day, by eyes
That left the light before thine own, all wild
And joyful in thy native fields, beguil'd
By summer flow'rs, or circling butterflies;
And thy young face, in quick succession, smil'd
And wept; e'er yet thy tender soul was wise
In worldy care. Oh! in the waking dream
That holds my fancy when I think of thee,
As I behold thee in the sultry gleam
That holds my fancy when I think of thee,
As I behold thee in the sultry gleam
Of noon, or milder evening, gay and free;
How bright and happy o'er all we can see
Those fancied seasons of thy childhood seem.
How bright and happy o'er all we can see
Those fancied seasons of thy childhood seem.
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