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POEMS.
At the moment of thy birth,
From old wellheads of haunted rills,
And the hearts of purple hills,
And shadowed coves on a sunny shore,
The choicest wealth of all the earth,
Jewel or shell, or starry ore,
To deck thy cradle, Eleänore.
From old wellheads of haunted rills,
And the hearts of purple hills,
And shadowed coves on a sunny shore,
The choicest wealth of all the earth,
Jewel or shell, or starry ore,
To deck thy cradle, Eleänore.
Or the yellowbanded bees,
Through half-open lattices
Coming in the scented breeze,
Fed thee, a child, lying alone,
With whitest honey in fairy gardens culled—
A glorious child, dreaming alone,
In silksoft folds, upon yielding down,
With the hum of swarming bees,
Into dreamful slumber lulled.
Through half-open lattices
Coming in the scented breeze,
Fed thee, a child, lying alone,
With whitest honey in fairy gardens culled—
A glorious child, dreaming alone,
In silksoft folds, upon yielding down,
With the hum of swarming bees,
Into dreamful slumber lulled.
Who may minister to thee?
Summer herself should minister
Summer herself should minister
