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SWEET FANCY'S HAND.
It is sweet fancy's hand that crowns the past—
For, when we were together, you and I,
The ground was dull and motionless and dry,
Across it a wan veil of colour cast;
Now, swept by my imagination's blast,
It glitters like a countless summer sky,
And round about our feet the flowers fly,
And wings of birds succeed each other fast.
For, when we were together, you and I,
The ground was dull and motionless and dry,
Across it a wan veil of colour cast;
Now, swept by my imagination's blast,
It glitters like a countless summer sky,
And round about our feet the flowers fly,
And wings of birds succeed each other fast.
For every step we took I see a flower
Bloom in the dreary desert of the squares,—
The arid pasture of our London airs
Is even as a sweet rose-planted bower,
And every spot we lingered in an hour
An endless flood of vegetation bears.
Bloom in the dreary desert of the squares,—
The arid pasture of our London airs
Is even as a sweet rose-planted bower,
And every spot we lingered in an hour
An endless flood of vegetation bears.
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