 | Odes (1894) |  |
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LINES WRITTEN IN RICHMOND PARK
Lady, were you but here!The Autumn flames away,
And pensive in the antlered shade I stray.
The Autumn flames away, his end is near.
I linger where deposed and fall'n he lies,
Prankt in his last poor tattered braveries,
And think what brightness would enhance the Day,
Lady, were you but here.
Though hushed the woodlands, though sedate the skies,
Though dank the leaves and sere,
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Would vernalise
November, and renew the agèd year,
Lady! were you but here.
| Odes (1894) | |