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Katharine Tynan - The Old Love
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  Out of my door I step into
  The country, all her scent and dew,
  Nor travel there by a hard road,
  Dusty and far from my abode.

  The country washes to my door
  Green miles on miles in soft uproar,
  The thunder of the woods, and then
  The backwash of green surf again.

  Beyond the feverfew and stocks,
  The guelder-rose and hollyhocks;
  Outside my trellised porch a tree
  Of lilac frames a sky for me.

  A stretch of primrose and pale green
  To hold the tender Hesper in;
  Hesper that by the moon makes pale
  Her silver keel and silver sail.

  The country silence wraps me quite,
  Silence and song and pure delight;
  The country beckons all the day
  Smiling, and but a step away.

  This is that country seen across
  How many a league of love and loss,
  Prayed for and longed for, and as far
  As fountains in the desert are.

  This is that country at my door,
  Whose fragrant airs run on before,
  And call me when the first birds stir
  In the green wood to walk with her.
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