Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ANNIE AND AMBROSE; OR A WINTER-GROVE WITH A SUMMER-MEMORY, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER


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ANNIE AND AMBROSE; OR A WINTER-GROVE WITH A SUMMER-MEMORY, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Seldom we see such crude cold winter times
Last Line: But evermore reclasped their happy hands.


Seldom we see such crude cold winter times;
Yon sooty patch upon the snow-clad weald -
Is that, indeed, the bower of honied limes?
The balm-grove, where a ten-years' wound was healed?
Where Annie sat with Ambrose? where she tried
A cure more sweet than Gilead's pharmacy?
And did she read him his rich destiny
In that dark holt that blurs the white hill-side?
The brook, I trow, is bound in frosty bands,
Where Rover plashed, and, venting merry tones,
Trod in the summer-light that swam the sands;
While, sportive in their bliss, those plighted ones
Confused his eager ear with dropping stones,
But evermore reclasped their happy hands.





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