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 SONNET.

SPRING ON THE ALBAN HILLS.

TO ——.

the Campagna it is dim warm weather;

The Spring comes with a full heart silently,

And many thoughts; a faint flash of the sea

Divides two mists; straight falls the falling feather.

With wild Spring meanings hill and plain together

Grow pale, or just flush with a dust of flowers.

Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers,

Floats in the midst, a little cloud at tether.

I fain would put my hands about thy face,

Thou with thy thoughts, who art another Spring,

And draw thee to me like a mournful child.