Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Wood-SongEugene Lee-Hamilton (18451907)
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Gone as the breeze,
Woods will be sweet, love,
Even as these.
Even as now,
Here on the moss, love,
Under the bough.
Maybe will sit
Here in the wood, love,
Leafily lit;
Treble of birds;
Breathing as we, love,
Wondering words.
Even as we:
‘Only a day, love,’
Murmurs the bee.