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COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet 2 't is early morn; 6) Leave me here, and when you want me, sound
upon the bugle-horn.
'T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews
call, Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley
Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy
tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts.
Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to
rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising through the mel.
low shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth
sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of
When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it
When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see; Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that
would be. —
In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's
breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished
dove; In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts
Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for
one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance
And I said, “My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the
truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.”