Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] With Portrait engraved by E. Stodart ... in two volumes |
 | 1. |
|
|
|
| 2. |
|
|
HAZELY HEATH.
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
|
 | Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |  |
64
HAZELY HEATH.
'Tis “chill October,” yet the linnet sings,—Still are our brows with balmy breezes fann'd;—
No Winter makes a desert of this land
Of my adoption, where each season brings
To charm the sense,—new guerdon of good things,
And Autumn only spreads with tender hand
A richer mantle o'er the billowy sand,
Golden and purple,—braver than a King's.
Here all is light and song, with odorous breath
Of briar and pine,—whilst ever, early and late,
The yellow gorse,—like “kissing-time,” or Death,
Abides with us. It were a worthier fate
To crawl,—methinks,—a worm,—on Hazely Heath,
Than strut,—a peacock,—at a Palace gate!
| Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] | |