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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS
To Spring
- O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
- Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
- Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
- Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring !
- The hills tell each other, and the list'ning 5
- Valleys hear ; all our longing eyes are turnèd
- Up to thy bright pavilions : issue forth,
- And let thy holy feet visit our clime.
- Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
- Kiss thy perfumèd garments ; let us taste 10
- Thy morn and evening breath ; scatter thy pearls
- Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
- O deck her forth with thy fair fingers ; pour
- Thy soft kisses on her bosom ; and put
- Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head, 15
- Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee.
To Summer
- O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
- Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
- That flames from their large nostrils ! thou, O Summer,
- Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft
- Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld 5
- With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
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