The Queen of the fairies (A village story): and other poems: By Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |
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UNDER THE OAKS. |
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UNDER THE OAKS.
Wait for me here a little; it is late,Yet would I linger here amongst the oaks
And talk to them awhile, for they are friends
That over-shadow'd something which is gone
From these, the days that seem'd so far away
When, like a sunburnt gipsy of the woods,
I mused in childhood underneath their boughs.
Give me them back again, ye hoary oaks,
The lavish fancies of bare-footed youth,
When wild and drunk with Nature at her fount
I dream'd a golden future! Trees and flow'rs
And rush-bound river heard my ardent vows,
And sigh'd an acquiescence to those dreams
So wholly gone!...I search the world in vain
To find that hopeful spirit which of old
Haunted these sylvan shades! On Alpine peaks,
Pink with the rosy light of setting suns,
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