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THE VISION
To Miriam Knight
The village shop's back parlour
Had curtains snowy white.
The country stretched below it,
A vision of delight.
Had curtains snowy white.
The country stretched below it,
A vision of delight.
Oh, field and farm and coppice
And shining vale and hill!
Where sang through scented darkness
The nightingale his fill.
And shining vale and hill!
Where sang through scented darkness
The nightingale his fill.
So white it was, the parlour,
My heart still made its moan
That you and I, oh, dear ones,
Might have it for our own.
My heart still made its moan
That you and I, oh, dear ones,
Might have it for our own.
Oh, my tall girl who left me,
And could you stoop so low,
How I should work to please you,
And you should sit and sew!
And could you stoop so low,
How I should work to please you,
And you should sit and sew!
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My boy, the world's width from me,
Should keep the garden trim;
And never more go straying
And take my life with him.
Should keep the garden trim;
And never more go straying
And take my life with him.
The woman thought me crazy,
Bereft of sight and speech.
Nor knew my eyes were seeing
A heaven beyond my reach.
Bereft of sight and speech.
Nor knew my eyes were seeing
A heaven beyond my reach.
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