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 XXXIII

TO MY WIFE

(A Fragment)

must elapse ere you behold again

Green forest frame the entry of the lane—

The wild lane with the bramble and the brier,

The year-old cart-tracks perfect in the mire,

The wayside smoke, perchance, the dwarfish huts,

And ramblers' donkey drinking from the ruts:—

Long ere you trace how deviously it leads,

Back from man's chimneys and the bleating meads

To the woodland shadow, to the sylvan hush,

When but the brooklet chuckles in the brush—

Back from the sun and bustle of the vale 51