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George MacDonald - From North Wales: To The MotherGeorge MacDonald - From North Wales: To The Mother
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When the summer gave us a longer day, And the leaves were thickest, I went away: Like an isle, through dark clouds, of the infinite blue, Was that summer-ramble from London and you. It was but one burst into life and air, One backward glance on the skirts of care, A height on the hills with the smoke below— And the joy that came quickly was quick to go. But I know and I cannot forget so soon How the Earth is shone on by Sun and Moon; How the clouds hide the mountains, and how they move When the morning sunshine lies warm above. I know how the waters fall and run In the rocks and the heather, away from the sun; How they hang like garlands on all hill-sides, And are the land`s music, those crystal tides. I know how they gather in valleys fair, Meet valleys those beautiful waves to bear; How they dance through the rocks, how they rest in the pool, How they darken, how sparkle, and how they are cool. I know how the rocks from their kisses climb To keep the storms off with a front sublime; And how on their platforms and sloping walls The shadow of oak-tree and fir-tree falls. I know how the valleys are bright from far, Rocks, meadows, and waters, the wood and the scaur; And how the roadside and the nearest hill The foxglove and heather and harebell fill. I know—but the joy that was quick to go Gave more knowledge to me than words can shew; And you know the story, and how they fare Who love the green earth and the heavenly air.
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