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Rosalind.
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You hear no knock, no creaking door,
No foot upon the stair,
But love has stolen the key of thought,
Before you know he’s there.
No foot upon the stair,
But love has stolen the key of thought,
Before you know he’s there.
LXXXVIII.
Rosalind.
Rosalind has come to town!
All the street’s a meadow,
Balconies are beeches brown
With a drowsy shadow,
And the long-drawn window-panes
Are the foliage of her lanes.
All the street’s a meadow,
Balconies are beeches brown
With a drowsy shadow,
And the long-drawn window-panes
Are the foliage of her lanes.
Rosalind about me brings
Sunny brooks that quiver
Unto palpitating wings
Ere they kiss the river,
And her eyes are trusting birds
That do nestle without words.
Sunny brooks that quiver
Unto palpitating wings
Ere they kiss the river,
And her eyes are trusting birds
That do nestle without words.
Rosalind! to me you bear
Memories of a meeting
When the love-star smote the air
With a pulse’s beating:
Does your spirit love to pace
In the temple of that place?
Memories of a meeting
When the love-star smote the air
With a pulse’s beating:
Does your spirit love to pace
In the temple of that place?