The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . I. Love-thoughts J- A LL fair things have soft approaches,^^^ Quiet steps are still the sure ;It were hard to point arightAt what instant morning light,Shy and solemn-paced, encroachesOn the desolate obscure ;—Who can read the growth of flowersSyllable by syllable?Who has sight or ear to by moments or by what rate the sappy treeFull of life, and life in spring,Every sleekest limb embossesWith the buds its vigour glosses,—At what rate the buds with gleeBurst, and show the tender wingOf the leaf that hardly daresTrust to inex
The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . I. Love-thoughts J- A LL fair things have soft approaches,^^^ Quiet steps are still the sure ;It were hard to point arightAt what instant morning light,Shy and solemn-paced, encroachesOn the desolate obscure ;—Who can read the growth of flowersSyllable by syllable?Who has sight or ear to by moments or by what rate the sappy treeFull of life, and life in spring,Every sleekest limb embossesWith the buds its vigour glosses,—At what rate the buds with gleeBurst, and show the tender wingOf the leaf that hardly daresTrust to inexperienced airs ?Who can measure out the paceOf the smiles on Natures face ?23 Thou loveliest of the thoughts of God, Creations antitype and end ! Thou treadest so the vernal sod That slimmest grasses hardly bend;-- I feel thy presence sensible On my ideal supervene, Yet just the moment cannot tell That lies those two bright states between :— No memory has an arm to reach The morning-twilight of our thought,— The infants use of sight and spee
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