Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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SONNET III. TO THE WIND.
Life of the world! that rollest on unseen,
Though sweetly felt, o'er land and over sea;
And wak'st to motion things that would have been
All fixed in deadly stillness, but for thee:
O when, on some steep upland, by a tree,
O'erlooking dell-beroaming herds, I lean;
And thou art dancing by to fan the green
Or drive the faded leaf, then flirt with me.
Though sweetly felt, o'er land and over sea;
And wak'st to motion things that would have been
All fixed in deadly stillness, but for thee:
O when, on some steep upland, by a tree,
O'erlooking dell-beroaming herds, I lean;
And thou art dancing by to fan the green
Or drive the faded leaf, then flirt with me.
Come holy flood of life, whene'er I look
O'er sunny wood and stream, where thou dost play
Through green-bough'd trees, and o'er the meadow brook
O'er sunny wood and stream, where thou dost play
Through green-bough'd trees, and o'er the meadow brook
That sparkles brightly on a summer's day;
And waft me softly out from grove and nook
Thy rural sounds that sweetly die away.
And waft me softly out from grove and nook
Thy rural sounds that sweetly die away.
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