The poems of Owen Meredith (Honble Robert Lytton.) Selected and revised by the author. Copyright edition. In two volumes |
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THE MAGIC LAND.
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By woodland belt, by ocean bar,The full south breeze our foreheads fann'd,
And lightly roll'd round moon and star
Low music from the Magic Land.
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By ocean bar, by woodland belt,More fragrant grew the glowing night,
While, faint thro' dark blue air, we felt
The breath of some unnamed Delight;
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Till Morning rose, and smote from farHer elfin harps. Then sea, and sky,
And woodland belt, and ocean bar,
To one sweet note, sigh'd Italy!
| The poems of Owen Meredith (Honble Robert Lytton.) | |