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SONNET VII.
Farewell my home, my home no longer now,
Witness of many a calm and happy day;
And thou fair eminence upon whose brow
Dwells the last sunshine of the evening ray.
Farewell! Mine eyes no longer shall pursue
The westering sun beyond the utmost height,
When slowly he forsakes the fields of light,
No more the freshness of the falling dew,
Cool and delightful here shall bathe my head,
As from this western window dear, I lean,
Listening the while, I watch the placid scene,
The martins twittering underneath the shed,
Farewell my home! where many a day has past
In joys whose loved remembrance long shall last.
Witness of many a calm and happy day;
And thou fair eminence upon whose brow
Dwells the last sunshine of the evening ray.
Farewell! Mine eyes no longer shall pursue
The westering sun beyond the utmost height,
When slowly he forsakes the fields of light,
No more the freshness of the falling dew,
Cool and delightful here shall bathe my head,
As from this western window dear, I lean,
Listening the while, I watch the placid scene,
The martins twittering underneath the shed,
Farewell my home! where many a day has past
In joys whose loved remembrance long shall last.
