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POEMS OF NATURE I see, for miles beyond the town,

That sunlit stream divide the plain?

There still the giant warders stand

And watch the current's downward flow,

And northward still, with threatening hand,

The river bends his ancient bow.

I see the hazy lowlands meet

The sky, and count each shining spire,

From those which sparkle at my feet

To distant steeples tipt with fire.

For still, old town, thou art the same:

The redbreasts sing their choral tune,

Within thy mantling elms aflame,

As in that other, dearer June,

When here my footsteps entered first,

And summer perfect beauty wore,

And all thy charms upon me burst,

While Life's whole journey lay before.

Here every fragrant walk remains,

Where happy maidens come and go,

And students saunter in the lanes

And hum the songs I used to know.

I gaze, yet find myself alone,

And walk with solitary feet:

How strange these wonted ways have grown!

Where are the friends I used to meet?

In yonder shaded Academe

The rippling metres flow to-day,

But other boys at sunset dream

Of love, and laurels far away;

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