Euphrenia or the Test of Love A poem by William Sharp |
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The time, eve's pensive, soul-felt hour;The season, balmy May;
No sound disturbed the stillness of
The gently fading day;
Around was spread a varied scene,
That harmonized full well—
The verdant wood, the winding stream,
Green hill, and mossy dell—
A landscape that is sought in vain,
Though fairer realms there be,
Except within thy “sea-girt isle,”
My own, my dear Countrie.
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