Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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VII.IN THE GARDEN.
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VII.IN THE GARDEN.
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This afterglow of summer wears away:
Russet and yellowing boughs bend everywhere,
Languid in noontide, and the rose-trees bear
Buds that will never open; this long day
Hath been so still, so warm, so lucidly
White, like shadowless days in heaven I ween,
A moment by God lengthened it hath been,—
As Time shall be no more at last, they say.
Russet and yellowing boughs bend everywhere,
Languid in noontide, and the rose-trees bear
Buds that will never open; this long day
Hath been so still, so warm, so lucidly
White, like shadowless days in heaven I ween,
A moment by God lengthened it hath been,—
As Time shall be no more at last, they say.
Let us sit here! there is no bird to sing;
Not even the aspen quivers; faintly brown,
The great trees hang around us in a ring;
Never shall snow or storm again come down,
And never shall we be again footsore,
But live in this enchantment ever more.
Not even the aspen quivers; faintly brown,
The great trees hang around us in a ring;
Never shall snow or storm again come down,
And never shall we be again footsore,
But live in this enchantment ever more.
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