Griselda A Tragedy: And Other Poems. By Edwin Arnold |
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LLANGOLLEN.
Green fields and grey, corn-lands and mountainlands,
Beautiful Valley, thou art fair as ever;
On the same hill the same old abbey stands,
And singing the same song goes down Dee river.
Beautiful Valley, thou art fair as ever;
On the same hill the same old abbey stands,
And singing the same song goes down Dee river.
I swear I love thee with mine old hot love,
My vision is not dimmed, nor my heart cold,
Wherefore then, sunny Slopes, can ye not move
My soul to gladness as ye did of old?
My vision is not dimmed, nor my heart cold,
Wherefore then, sunny Slopes, can ye not move
My soul to gladness as ye did of old?
I know it, love,—these winds that fly for home
Take my heart with them to thy tender arms,
And, nestled there, it leaves me here to roam,
Half of myself, amid these wild Welsh farms.
Take my heart with them to thy tender arms,
And, nestled there, it leaves me here to roam,
Half of myself, amid these wild Welsh farms.
October, 1855.
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