Collected Poems: With Autobiographical and Critical Fragments By Frederic W. H. Myers: Edited by his Wife Eveleen Myers |
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MADEIRA
How strangely on that haunted morn
Was from the West a vision born,
Madeira from the blue!
Sweet Heavens! how fairy-like and fair
Those headlands shaped themselves in air,
That magic mountain grew!
Was from the West a vision born,
Madeira from the blue!
Sweet Heavens! how fairy-like and fair
Those headlands shaped themselves in air,
That magic mountain grew!
I clomb the hills; but where was gone
The illusion and the joy thereon,
The glamour and the gleam?
My nameless need I hardly wist,
And missing knew not what I missed,
Bewildered in a dream.
The illusion and the joy thereon,
The glamour and the gleam?
My nameless need I hardly wist,
And missing knew not what I missed,
Bewildered in a dream.
And then I found her; ah, and then
On amethystine glade and glen
The soft light shone anew;
On windless labyrinths of pine,
Seaward, and past the grey sea-line,
To isles beyond the view.
On amethystine glade and glen
The soft light shone anew;
On windless labyrinths of pine,
Seaward, and past the grey sea-line,
To isles beyond the view.
'Twas something pensive, 'twas a sense
Of solitude, of innocence,
Of bliss that once had been;—
Interpretress of earth and skies,
She looked with visionary eyes
The Spirit of the scene.
Of solitude, of innocence,
Of bliss that once had been;—
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She looked with visionary eyes
The Spirit of the scene.
Oh not again, oh never more
I must assail the enchanted shore,
Nor these regrets destroy,
Which still my hidden heart possess
With dreams too dear for mournfulness,
Too vanishing for joy.
I must assail the enchanted shore,
Nor these regrets destroy,
Which still my hidden heart possess
With dreams too dear for mournfulness,
Too vanishing for joy.
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