 | Praeterita (1863) |  |
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HYPERBOLE.
Ripe on the eyelids as a precious dream,
Soft on the lip as lips of coral seam,
Sweet on the ear as an imagined stream
Threading between the full woods and the moon.
Soft on the lip as lips of coral seam,
Sweet on the ear as an imagined stream
Threading between the full woods and the moon.
Mellow as harvest song at steamy noon,
Lovely as cuckoo's voice that cometh soon,
Drowsy as music of the branch in June,
And tremulous linnet-pipe by broom or thorn.
Lovely as cuckoo's voice that cometh soon,
Drowsy as music of the branch in June,
And tremulous linnet-pipe by broom or thorn.
Or shall I search the silver rose of morn,
The royal fisher's wing, the fleecy lawn
Of mountain lamb, all hues in nature born,
To find my Love's compare or deck her grace?
The royal fisher's wing, the fleecy lawn
Of mountain lamb, all hues in nature born,
To find my Love's compare or deck her grace?
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