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XVII
L'IMPREVU
PORTH GWYN, DINLLEYN
Dear child, methought, how often have we turn'd
The page where art sets forth a scene like this,—
The rocks, the cove, the green green waves that kiss
Their pebbled beach,—and for the spot have yearn'd!
The page where art sets forth a scene like this,—
The rocks, the cove, the green green waves that kiss
Their pebbled beach,—and for the spot have yearn'd!
—Wilful, why would'st not come?—Here at my feet
The rustling of the ever-restless sea
Round each dark shatter'd rock runs foamingly
With quick inrush of flood, and quick retreat:
The rustling of the ever-restless sea
Round each dark shatter'd rock runs foamingly
With quick inrush of flood, and quick retreat:
Yet not this soft-flush'd dome of Autumn sky,
Those golden sands that clasp the Shining Bay,
And smile their welcome to that nearing tide
Those golden sands that clasp the Shining Bay,
And smile their welcome to that nearing tide
The heart's desire can wholly satisfy,—
All Nature's beauty here, and thou away!
—A touch—a kiss:—and she was at my side.
All Nature's beauty here, and thou away!
—A touch—a kiss:—and she was at my side.
12 September, 1883
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