Three years have past; three summers with the length
Of three summers! and again I see
These blue hills, rolling from their mountain-heights
With no inland murmur of water or doubt.
Behold again this bright and lofty gaze
That on a warm scene past impressed
Thoughts of a more secluded scene, but
Had no strength to fling and flopped
Into the dark repose of night.
The day is come when I repose
Here under a sloping ceilinged roof, and view
These plots of well-tilled earth, these orchard-tufts,
Which at this season, with their full, ripe fruits,
Are clad in nothing, and lose themselves
‘Mid groves and copses. Once again I see
These lively woods run wild where none
Are judged, but rather loved in turn by
Simple animals and vagrant dwellers.
Though long absence has not been to me
I feel the stern gaze of blue mountains that
I cannot see, but know have grown old
Too early and hardened into cold blue rocks.
And as I left with twinkling eyes and wondered
If we’d speak again I think of love and warmth and
Want only for adventures beyond the reach of the
Wise and old for they know nothing, but what they
Remember from a youth that is spent.
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| Sarah |
Bit of a selfish one, folks, but it is my party, don’t you know.
My sincere thanks go to Sarah, her boyfriend, Sam, and their housemate, Valerie, who put me up for quite a few nights and were lovely hosts. I believe they did the same for Georgina a month or two ago, so I am, once again, indebted to some very generous people.
Best to all and stand by for a guest post or two from some fellow travelers whom you all know well,
Michael
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