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THOU ART NOT ENGLISH
Thou art not English: I am bringing thee
Towards earth and England, as one brings a bride
From foreign lands, across the breezy sea;—
Nor art thou of our planet: its blue tide
Of ocean, and its plains thou hast descried
For the first time now love has brought thee here,
To sway my spirit, and be to me most dear,
To be my spirit-queen and tender guide.
Towards earth and England, as one brings a bride
From foreign lands, across the breezy sea;—
Nor art thou of our planet: its blue tide
Of ocean, and its plains thou hast descried
For the first time now love has brought thee here,
To sway my spirit, and be to me most dear,
To be my spirit-queen and tender guide.
And dost thou wonder at the English seas,
Sweet, strange, unknowing spirit—I'll give thy hand
To Beatrice, whose cheeks our salt strong breeze
From girlhood unto womanhood hath fanned:
Oh, guard her, Beatrice; and she shall keep
Thy spirit when thou crossest death's dim deep!
Sweet, strange, unknowing spirit—I'll give thy hand
To Beatrice, whose cheeks our salt strong breeze
From girlhood unto womanhood hath fanned:
Oh, guard her, Beatrice; and she shall keep
Thy spirit when thou crossest death's dim deep!
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