Nature-Notes
Or let me, like thyself, drink in the musk
  Of some (lull draught from  Lethe's
    waters drawn,
And sink, as thou didst. into dreamless
    sleep,
  WNhere disappointment, heartache, grief
    and scorn,
And humani  misery can no longer heap
  The soul that treads life's path set
    round with thorn;
A,\y! fall asleep, as thou didst fall asleep
  under the alien skies, of hope forlorn!



IIn the forest of music often and often,
To the murmuring song of the winds and
    waters,
Have our spirits mingled and mixed
In the wildflower dance of the Hours
On the mossy carpet under the whispering
    leaves:
Or wandered, hand in shadowy hand,
Beneath the song-suggestive stillness of
    the moon:
Or leaned, listening,
Over deep glens of echoing green,
Carved in the ancient bosoms of the hills
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