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Alfred Austin - Madonna
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Let me, calm face, remain
 For ever in these sweet sequestered nooks,
 Remote from pain,
 Where leafy laurustinus overlooks
 The blue abounding main.

 Ne`er will I crave, I vow,
 Your loveliness despite, that we may stand
 More nigh than now;
 You, with the fresh—plucked roses in your hand,
 And I with inclined brow.

 With air, and sea, and sky,
 And penetrative music on the beach,
 All that is high,
 And far, and holy, and beyond our reach,
 I you identify.

 Then, lady, let me stay,
 Here where no storm nor surge of discontent
 Can find its way;
 Hearkening your holy admonitions, blent
 With murmurs from the bay.
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