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VER SCHOLASTICUM.
Paul of the haggard face, bright eyes sore wearied of books;
Paul with the brow of a sage, but supple and strong as a boy;
Graceful and fresh of frame, and save for the desolate looks,
Meet for the prize of a friend and meet for a maiden's joy.
Paul with the brow of a sage, but supple and strong as a boy;
Graceful and fresh of frame, and save for the desolate looks,
Meet for the prize of a friend and meet for a maiden's joy.
Paul on a morn in May, when woods are better than men,
Walked in a garden-ground, sad, wistful, and heavy-eyed:
Shuddered to think of the mute and monotonous walk of his pen,
Hated the grim silent gape of the folios stacked at his side,
Walked in a garden-ground, sad, wistful, and heavy-eyed:
Shuddered to think of the mute and monotonous walk of his pen,
Hated the grim silent gape of the folios stacked at his side,
Laurels around him glittered metallic; to left and right
Broad green fingers of chestnuts were spread and unfurled to the day;
Up through her gray-green smoothness the lilac pushed to the light
Clubs and clusters of purple, and poured her scents in his way.
Broad green fingers of chestnuts were spread and unfurled to the day;
Up through her gray-green smoothness the lilac pushed to the light
Clubs and clusters of purple, and poured her scents in his way.
Up through the deep meadow-grass had floated the gold of spring.
Stirred and swayed on the surface in yellow and white and red,
Hid in the depths of the copse he heard the linnet sing,
And a thrush peered out with her beaded eyes and her timorous head.
Stirred and swayed on the surface in yellow and white and red,
Hid in the depths of the copse he heard the linnet sing,
And a thrush peered out with her beaded eyes and her timorous head.
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Suddenly over his path an odour was wafted and blown,
Striking the flash of a fancy that passed and left him sad:
For he seemed as a child in wonder to stray demure and alone
In the fields of the home that had borne him, in days when his heart was glad.
Striking the flash of a fancy that passed and left him sad:
For he seemed as a child in wonder to stray demure and alone
In the fields of the home that had borne him, in days when his heart was glad.
And he looked on a garden border, and taught by the pleading spell,
On a sunny wall, and beyond it an acre of golden grain,
And the great blue lustrous flies, that never a footfall fell
But they bustled and hummed for a moment, and straight were silent again.
On a sunny wall, and beyond it an acre of golden grain,
And the great blue lustrous flies, that never a footfall fell
But they bustled and hummed for a moment, and straight were silent again.
Gone—and the strange sweet longing for days that are long since dead
Flooded his heart in an instant, and stirred in the sunlit day;
For love still reigns in the heart, though knowledge rules in the head,
And it was not only sadness he knew as he turned away.
Flooded his heart in an instant, and stirred in the sunlit day;
For love still reigns in the heart, though knowledge rules in the head,
And it was not only sadness he knew as he turned away.
Cambridge, 1885. (Cambridge Review).
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