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To the Northern Breeze.
1820.
Northern Breeze! that lov'st to hover
In this vale of constant green,
Tell me, hast thou sported over
Roddam's every dearer scene?
In this vale of constant green,
Tell me, hast thou sported over
Roddam's every dearer scene?
Hast thou swept the Cheviot mountains,
Rich with all their rath perfume?
Curled the pure and sprightly fountains,
Gushing through their bordering bloom?
Rich with all their rath perfume?
Curled the pure and sprightly fountains,
Gushing through their bordering bloom?
Hast thou sighed where forest shadows
O'er the path of lovers fell,
When the hour of gloaming led us—
Lovers—to the silent dell?
O'er the path of lovers fell,
When the hour of gloaming led us—
Lovers—to the silent dell?
—Fondest of illusive fancies!
Yet what truth like it can please?
Impotent were necromancy's,
To thy spell, sweet Northern Breeze!
Yet what truth like it can please?
Impotent were necromancy's,
To thy spell, sweet Northern Breeze!
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