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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. II Eight springs have flown, since last I lay On sea-ward Quantock's heathy hills, Where quiet sounds from hidden rills Float hear and there, like things astray, And high o'er head the sky-lark shrills. III 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 ? Belovéd ! flew your spirit by ? IV 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. V 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 ! VI 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. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |