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THE RIVER DUDDON

A SERIES OF SONNETS, 1820.

XXI

          WHENCE that low voice?--A whisper from the heart,
          That told of days long past, when here I roved
          With friends and kindred tenderly beloved;
          Some who had early mandates to depart,
          Yet are allowed to steal my path athwart
          By Duddon's side; once more do we unite,
          Once more, beneath the kind Earth's tranquil light;
          And smothered joys into new being start.
          From her unworthy seat, the cloudy stall
          Of Time, breaks forth triumphant Memory;                    10
          Her glistening tresses bound, yet light and free
          As golden locks of birch, that rise and fall
          On gales that breathe too gently to recall
          Aught of the fading year's inclemency!


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