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Have faded long ago ;
Your own Olivia blow,
“ From when she gambollid on the greens,
A baby-germ, to when
Could number five from ten.
“ I swear, by leaf, and wind, and rain,
(And hear me with thine ears,) That, tho' I circle in the grain
Five hundred rings of years-
“ Yet, since I first could cast a shade,
Did never creature pass So slightly, musically made,
So light upon the grass :
XXIII. . “ For as to fairies, that will fit
To make the greensward fresh, I hold them exquisitely knit,
But far too spare of flesh.”
And overlook the chace ;
The roofs of Sumner-place.
But thou, whereon I carved her name,
That oft hast heard my vows, Declare when last Olivia came
To sport beneath thy boughs.
“O yesterday, you know, the fair
Was holden at the town;
And rode his hunter down.
“ And with him Albert came on his. :
I look'd at him with joy : : As cowslip unto oxlip'is,'
So seems she to the boy.
XXVIII. “ An hour had past-and, sitting straight
Within the low-wheeld chaise, Her mother trundled to the gate
Behind the dappled grays.
And on the roof she went,
She look'd with discontent.
xxx. “ She left the novel half-uncut
Upon the rosewood shelf ; She left the new piano shut :
She could not please herself.
“ Then ran she, gamesome as the colt,
And livelier than a lark ' She sent her voice through all the holt
Before her, and the park.
“ A light wind chased her on the wing,
And in the chase grew wild,
About the darling child :
So fleetly did she stir,
And turn’d to look at her.
“ And here she came, and round me play'd,
And sang to me the whole
About my 'giant bole ; '
xxxv. “And in a fit of frolic mirth
She strove to span my waist : Alas, I was so broad of girth,
I could not be embraced.
That here beside me stands,
She might have lock'd her hands.
“ Yet seem'd the pressure thrice as sweet
As woodbine’s fragile hold,
The berried briony fold.”
And shadow Sumner-chace !
The roofs of Sumner-place !
I carved with many vows
To rest beneath thy boughs ?
“O yes, she wander'd round and round
These knotted knees of mine, And found, and kiss'd the name she found,
And sweetly murmur'd thine.
And down my surface crept.
But I believe she wept.
“ Then flush'd her cheek with rosy light,
She glanced across the plain ; But not a creature was in sight :
She kiss'd me once again.
“ Her kisses were so close and kind,
That, trust me on my word,
But yet my sap was stirr'd :