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[  6    ] SONNET V. TO THE SOUTH DOWNS. H, hills belov'd! -- where once, an happy child, Your beechenshades, (d) 'your turf, your flowers among,' I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild,
 * And woke your echoes with my artless song.

Ah, hills belov'd! -- your turf, your flow'rs remain;
 * But can they peace to this sad breast restore,

For one poor moment soothe the sense of pain,
 * And teach a breaking heart to throb no more?

And you, (e) Aruna! -- in the vale below,
 * As to the sea your limpid waves you bear,

Can you one kind Lethean cup bestow,
 * To drink a long oblivion to my care?

Ah, no! -- when all, e'en hope's last ray is gone, There's no oblivion -- but in death alone! SONNET