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THE HAYFIELDS ON THE CLIFF-TOP
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THE HAYFIELDS ON THE CLIFF-TOP
Just as the hayfields on the cliff-top draw
Seafarers—yea, two miles away from land!
Bringing sweet thoughts of many a leafy strand,
Making more hateful the fierce wind and raw
That smites those barren furrows which they plough;
Just as the scent of hayfields makes the hand
Tremble upon the oar, the heart crave now
For fields where flowers and grass-blades do expand:—
Seafarers—yea, two miles away from land!
Bringing sweet thoughts of many a leafy strand,
Making more hateful the fierce wind and raw
That smites those barren furrows which they plough;
Just as the scent of hayfields makes the hand
Tremble upon the oar, the heart crave now
For fields where flowers and grass-blades do expand:—
So, Gertrude, far away thou drawest me
From life and labour, and their scentless sea;
Sweeter than hayfields is thy spirit-breath
Which, loved one, lures me through the gulfs of death;
More wonderful the magic of thine eyes,
Convulsed at sight of which life swoons and dies.
From life and labour, and their scentless sea;
Sweeter than hayfields is thy spirit-breath
Which, loved one, lures me through the gulfs of death;
More wonderful the magic of thine eyes,
Convulsed at sight of which life swoons and dies.
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