To One in England.
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Songs to beguileSome wearisome hour,When Time’s tired of flying.
Songs which were sungTo a rapt listener lying,In sweet lazy hours,Where wild-birds’ nests swung,And winds came a-sighingIn Nature’s own bowers.
Songs which trees sung,By summer winds swayedInto rhythmical sound;Sweet soul-bells rungThrough the ngaio’s green shade,Unto one on the ground.
Songs from an islandJust waking from sleepingIn history’s morning;Songs from a landWhere night shadows creepWhen your day is dawning.
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O songs, go your way,Over seas, over lands;Though friendless betimes,Fear not, comes a dayWhen the world will clasp handsWith my wandering rhymes.Eleanor Elizabeth Montgomery.
