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RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE.
I.
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.
II.
On sea-ward Quantock's heathy hills,
Where quiet sounds from hidden rills
Float here and there, like things astray,
And high o'er head the sky-lark shrills.
III.
Be music with your name: yet why
That asking look? That yearning sigh?
That sense of promise every where?
Beloved! flew your spirit by?