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VII. THE GARDENS, SALTBURN-BY-THE-SEA.
I know a happy vale wherein the seaThrobs audibly, and silver waters wait
The fall of tide to pass beyond its gate;
Charmed by sweet sound of magic minstrelsy,
By quaint inlay, and such flower-jewelry
As well befits the summer's royal state,
The streamlet halts, to hear grey-beards debate,
Or runs with happy children, racing free.
On cool cropped sward and labyrinthine walk,
There meditation seeks the hanging wood;
And, when with wild-briar incense groves are sweet,
May fancy haunt again the hushed retreat
Of holy friar, and hear the ghostly talk
Of Whitby's hermit in his cowl and hood.
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