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Title: The monitions of the unseen, and poems of love and childhood
Year: 1871 (1870s)
Authors: Ingelow, Jean, 1820-1897
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Publisher: Boston, Roberts brothers
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ught of good he was, or of renown,God took the work for good and let good be.So wakened with a trembling after sleep, Dread Mona Roa yields her fateful store ;All gleaming hot the scarlet rivers creep. And fanned of great-leaved palms slip to the shore.Then stolen to unplumbed wastes of that far deep. Lay the foundations for one island more. 44 LOOKING DOWN, )\ /FOUNTAINS of sorrow, I have heard your moans,And the moving of your pines ; but we sit highOn your green shoulders, nearer stoops the sky,And pure airs visit us from all the zones. Sweet world beneath, too happy far to sigh,Dost thou look thus beheld from heavenly thrones ?No ; not for all the love that counts thy stones. While sleepy with great light the valleys lie.Strange, rapturous peace ! its sunshine doth enfold My heart; I have escaped to the days divine.It seemeth as bygone ages back had rolled. And all the eldest past was now, was mine;Nay, even as if Melchizedec of old Might here come forth to us with bread and wine.
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Come, and in the woodland sit,Seem a wonted part of it. 45 MARRIED LOVERS. /^^OME away, the clouds are high, Put the flashing needles by.Many days are not to spare,Or to waste, my fairest fair!All is ready. Come to-day,For the nightingale her lay.When she findeth that the wholeOf her love, and all her soul.Cannot forth of her sweet throat,Sobs the while she draws her breath,And the bravery of her noteIn a few days altereth. Come, ere she despond, and seeIn a silent ecstasy Chestnuts heave for hours and hoursAll the glory of their flowers 46 MARRIED LOVERS, To the melting blue above,That broods over them like love.Leave the garden w^alls, where blowApple-blossoms pink, and lowOrdered beds of tulips line.Seek the blossoms made divineWith a scent that is their soul.These are soulless. Bring the whiteOf thy gown to bathe in lightWalls for narrow hearts. The wholeEarth is found, and air and sea.Not too wide for thee and me. Not too wide, and yet thy face Gives the meaning of all space ; An

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