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LVL—A SUMMER NIGHT'S DREAMING.. «9»-
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I. How misty, faint, and far away
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I. How Misty, Faint, And Far Away
I . How misty , faint , and far away
Those fair June meadows lie ! Where Those Tor birds -wood and meadows bees keep bossed holiday with hay ,
Under a dreamy sky , And lofty elms o ' erbrimmed with shade , bow to a measure soft and staid . II .
There first on Waldon Hill I-sought White violets in the wood . Tor-Abbey ' s shadowy rookeries taught
My firstling As lingering strains ly I of stood childish thought , And heard the sweet old Paignton chimes surge thro' its aisle of ancient limes .
III . The sea Of lane clasps and round that dell b . owery maze eopsy
Pearl-budded thorns and woodbine sprays Dance Curve to salt d landwards breath of like foamy a shell bays ,
. And the fringed waves with joyous run , flash past the hedge-gaps in the sun , IV .
There Of ' s . not speckled a gleam wing , nor from scent boug , nor h , start Nor ' creak of fragrant harvest cart ,
But once I knew them all by heart , And love them dearly now , With such a wistful love as clings to pictures of departed things ,
V . For weaver Time his fretwork hoar
Hath wrought 'twixt them and me , And To keep clouds us sundered that evermore haunted ; shore creep up
Where such mute shadows be As throng the border-land of sleep , with smiles that only make me weep ,
VI . Oh strangely fresh old memories blow
And From pools where hedge- when rows flush the tide with is buds low , Whole nests of sea-stars coyly shew
Their green and crimson studs . So fresh , so cool , they only seem a very dream within a dream , VII .
For here the fervid eve lies prone The swart Along stone our sweep -pine that of hills bends . alone
Across the way-side shrine , doth own And villas gleam ! N " o pulse thro' haze of airy as thrills fair , as . white _sails poised in golden air ,
YOIu I . 2 JE
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Aug. 1, 1858, page 393, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01081858/page/33/
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