Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[Soft winds are rustling through the voiceful trees]
Soft winds are rustling through the voiceful trees;The leaves seem living in their sweet unrest!—
While evermore there cometh a new guest
To these, in shape of some fresh-wakening breeze!—
My soul is fluttering restlessly with these—
No more with its own mournful life oppressed,
It lives in every leaf!—and all possessed
With verdant fancies doth keen raptures seize!
Thou lovely Summer! where is thy sweet throne?
Most on those leaves, or on these thoughts that glow
With all thy splendours?—there most proudly shown!—
Summer! thy birds—thy flowers—all they that blow
In beauty now, that sense and soul must own,
Live their far fairest life in that Soul's depths below!
Het Loo.
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