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First Line: How warm this woodland wild recess
Last Line: Dear under-song in clamor's hour.
Subject(s): Love


How warm this woodland wild recess!
Love surely hath been breathing here;
And this sweet bed of heath, my dear!
Swells up, then sinks with faint caress,
As if to have you yet more near.
Eight springs have flown since last I lay
On seaward Quantock's heathy hills,
Where quiet sounds form hidden rills
Float here and there, like things astray,
And high o'erhead the sky-lark shrills.
No voice as yet had made the air
Be music with your name; yet why
That asking look? that yearning sigh?
That sense of promise every where?
Beloved! flew your spirit by?
As when a mother doth explore
The rose mark on her long-lost child,
I met, I loved you, maiden mild!
As whom I long had loved before --
So deeply had I been beguiled.
You stood before me like a thought,
A dream remembered in a dream.
But when those meek eyes first did seem
To tell me, Love within you wrought --
O Greta, dear domestic stream!
Has not, since then, Love's prompture deep,
Has not, Love's whisper evermore
Been ceaseless, as thy gentle roar?
Sole voice, when other voices sleep,
Dear under-song in clamor's hour.









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