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A WISH.
Where the wonderous and glorious cloud-tracts be,
Burning with many a dazzling streak,
Would I walk through mists of light with thee,
Leaving this Old World—blank and bleak.
Burning with many a dazzling streak,
Would I walk through mists of light with thee,
Leaving this Old World—blank and bleak.
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Yet from this dimmest of dim spheres
Would I bear some few most precious things,
Beloved midst Childhood's smiles and tears,
Though tainted now with Life's dark springs.
Would I bear some few most precious things,
Beloved midst Childhood's smiles and tears,
Though tainted now with Life's dark springs.
A colour from the empurpled flower—
A music from the whispering shell—
A sparkle from the rainbowed shower—
A perfume from the blossomed dell—
A music from the whispering shell—
A sparkle from the rainbowed shower—
A perfume from the blossomed dell—
A verdure from the embowering trees—
A gladness from the glittering wave—
A freshness from the wandering breeze—
A coolness from the o'ershadowing cave!
A gladness from the glittering wave—
A freshness from the wandering breeze—
A coolness from the o'ershadowing cave!
And art thou so beloved then—Earth?
Can links of Life's long chain be dear?—
I will not leave thee—Place of birth—
Even for the loveliest Stranger-sphere!
Can links of Life's long chain be dear?—
I will not leave thee—Place of birth—
Even for the loveliest Stranger-sphere!
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