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A lover's diary | ||
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[I. As one who from a troubled dream]
As one who from a troubled dream
Awakes, and finds the tender gleam
Of morning round him, and with strength
And joy arises, even so
From my long trance of pain and woe
I wake, and find the day at length.
Awakes, and finds the tender gleam
Of morning round him, and with strength
And joy arises, even so
From my long trance of pain and woe
I wake, and find the day at length.
The hills, so dark awhile ago,
Are all ablaze with flowers, and lo!
Among her corn and hedge-rows sweet
Lies Krumley Valley at my feet.
Are all ablaze with flowers, and lo!
Among her corn and hedge-rows sweet
Lies Krumley Valley at my feet.
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Who would not feel her beauty's charm!
A river lying in each arm,
And clad in all excelling hues
Which summer from the year may choose.
A river lying in each arm,
And clad in all excelling hues
Which summer from the year may choose.
My heart beats quick,—the scornful rose
Of Krumley Valley tenderer grows,
And pities me at last: my pride
Forsakes me, and my arms are wide.
Of Krumley Valley tenderer grows,
And pities me at last: my pride
Forsakes me, and my arms are wide.
About my neck I softly wear
The shining wonder of her hair.
A gentle word, a smile, a sigh,
A light touch of her little hand,
And my rapt soul is up so high
All heaven beneath me seems to lie,
A dim-discovered, rainy land.
The shining wonder of her hair.
A gentle word, a smile, a sigh,
A light touch of her little hand,
And my rapt soul is up so high
All heaven beneath me seems to lie,
A dim-discovered, rainy land.
A lover's diary | ||