Here, where the vine and fig bask hand in hand,
And the hot lizard lies along the wall,
Blinded I shrink where cypress shadows fall,
And gaze upon ...
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Because of our dear Mother, the fair Past,
On whom twin Hope and Memory safely lean,
And from whose fostering wisdom none shall wean
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``Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life,
Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife;
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I
Latest, earliest of the year,
Primroses that still were here,
Snugly nestling round the boles
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``Tell me again; I did not hear: It was wailing so sadly. Nay,
Hush! little one, for mother wants to know what they have to say.
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I saw this morning, with a sudden smart,
Spring preparing to depart.
I know her well and so I told her all my heart.
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Farewell! I breathe that wonted prayer,
But oh! though countless leagues divide
Our gaze, our grasp, they shall not tear
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From tangled brake and trellised bower
Bring every bud that blows,
But never will you find the flower
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In the ages of Faith, before the day
When men were too proud to weep or pray,
There stood in a red-roofed Breton town
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Why do I sit within the spell
Of eyes like thine, who oft have known
What 'tis in Beauty's gaze to dwell,
And then-to feel alone:
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