The New Day: Sonnets By Thomas Gordon Hake: With a Portrait of the Author by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Edited, with a Preface, by W. Earl Hodgson |
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LXXXIX.
[Yet can these marvels only captivate]
Yet can these marvels only captivate,Not wean the soul; let us to deserts drear,
Where scathing sand-storm better may abate
A love that holds a lovely world too dear.
Let us seek Nature where her cataracts foam,
The hills and forests echoing to their thunder;
Where barren steppes refuse to all a home,
Save beasts that tear each other's limbs asunder,—
Danger at every pace, but death in flight,—
A wilderness of serpents doom-bequeathing,
Where hunters, eager for an equal fight,
Within the reptile's spiral coil are writhing.
Yet, soon with awe the old affection blending,
The fascination still is love unending.
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