YOU 
     
    
   
   
    
     ONLY a long, low-lying lane 
     
     That follows to the misty sea, 
     
     Across a bare and russet plain 
     
     Where wild winds whistle vagrantly; 
     
     I know that many a fairer path 
     
     With lure of song and bloom may woo, 
     
     But oh! I love this lonely strath 
     
     Because it is so full of you. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Here we have walked in elderyears, 
     
    

    
     And here your truest memories wait, 
     
     This spot is sacred to your tears, 
     
    

    
     That to your laughter dedicate; 
     
     Here, by this turn, you gave to me 
     
    

    
     A gem of thought that glitters yet, 
     
     This tawny slope is graciously 
     
    

    
     By a remembered smile beset. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Here once you lingered on an hour 
     
     When stars were shining in the west, 
     
     To gather one pale, scented flower 
     
     And place it smiling on your breast; 
     
     And since that eve its fragrance blows 
     
     For me across the grasses sere, 
     
     Far sweeter than the latest rose, 
     
     That faded bloom of yesteryear. 
     
    
   
   
    
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