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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[Like some sweet water-bell, the tinkling rill]
Like some sweet water-bell, the tinkling rillStill calls the flowers upon its misty bank
To stoop into the stream and drink their fill.
And still the shapeless rushes, green and rank,
Seem lounging in their pride round those retreats,
Watching slim willows dip their thirsty spray.
Slowly a loosened weed another meets;
They stop, like strangers, neither giving way.
We are here surely if the world, forgot,
Glides from our sight into the charm, unbidden;
We are here surely at this witching spot,—
Though Nature in the reverie is hidden.
A spell so holds our captive eyes in thrall,
It is as if a play pervaded all.
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