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 XXVIII

TO AN ISLAND PRINCESS

long ago, a child at home,

I read and longed to rise and roam,

Where'er I went, whate'er I willed,

One promised land my fancy filled.

Hence the long roads my home I made;

Tossed much in ships; have often laid

Below the uncurtained sky my head,

Rain-deluged and wind-buffeted:

And many a thousand hills I crossed

And corners turned—Love's labour lost,

Till, Lady, to your isle of sun

I came, not hoping; and, like one 42