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SONNET XXII. TO A GARDEN.—ON LEAVING IT.
Sweet garden! peaceful spot! no more in thee
Shall I e'er while away the sunny hour.
Farewell each blooming shrub, and lofty tree;
Farewell the mossy path and nodding flow'r:
I shall not hear again from yonder bow'r
The song of birds, or humming of the bee,
Nor listen to the waterfall, nor see
The clouds float on behind the lofty tow'r.
Shall I e'er while away the sunny hour.
Farewell each blooming shrub, and lofty tree;
Farewell the mossy path and nodding flow'r:
I shall not hear again from yonder bow'r
The song of birds, or humming of the bee,
Nor listen to the waterfall, nor see
The clouds float on behind the lofty tow'r.
No more, at breezy eve, or dewy morn,
My gliding scythe shall shear thy mossy green:
My busy hands shall never more adorn.
My gliding scythe shall shear thy mossy green:
My busy hands shall never more adorn.
My eyes no more may see, this peaceful scene.
But still, sweet spot, wherever I may be,
My love-led soul will wander back to thee.
But still, sweet spot, wherever I may be,
My love-led soul will wander back to thee.
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