A Lyme Garland Being verses, mainly written at Lyme Regis, or upon the scenery of the neighbourhood; By Francis Turner Palgrave |
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NATURAE REPARATRICI
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NATURAE REPARATRICI
Gray cloud, gray veil 'twixt me and youth
And youth's unclouded weather,
Well may'st thou blot the golden days
And skies effaced for ever.
And youth's unclouded weather,
Well may'st thou blot the golden days
And skies effaced for ever.
In vain the veil to silver melts,
And flakes of sun and shadow
Once more invite these alien steps
To chase them o'er the meadow.
And flakes of sun and shadow
Once more invite these alien steps
To chase them o'er the meadow.
Yet nature holds a gracious hand,
Her ancient way pursuing;
And spreads the charms we loved of old,
To aid the heart's renewing.
Her ancient way pursuing;
And spreads the charms we loved of old,
To aid the heart's renewing.
Here her long crests of fringed crag
Allure the sky-ward swallows;
Here still the dove's low love-note floats
Above her leafy hollows.
Allure the sky-ward swallows;
Here still the dove's low love-note floats
Above her leafy hollows.
Here its calm strength her hillside rears
From heaving slopes of clover;
Here still the pewit pipes and flits
Within his furzy cover.
From heaving slopes of clover;
Here still the pewit pipes and flits
Within his furzy cover.
Here hums the wild-bee in the thyme,
Here glows the royal heather;
And youth comes back upon the breeze,
And youth's unclouded weather.
Here glows the royal heather;
And youth comes back upon the breeze,
And youth's unclouded weather.
Lyme: 1871
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