Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Wind Me a Summer CrownMenella Bute Smedley (18201877)
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‘And set it on my brows;
For I must go, while I am young,
Home to my Father’s house.
And let me not be stay’d;
I would not linger on the way
As if I was afraid.
When I have paced them o’er,
Be lovely as the lily walks
Which I must see no more?
When they have fill’d my ear,
Be tender as my mother’s voice,
Which I must never hear?
Or where the stars are born,
Or where the living tints are mixt
To paint the clouds of morn?’
Even sweeter than they were;
And the false love that broke your heart
Shall be forgotten there:
The beauty of that shore;
There is a face which you shall see
And wish for nothing more.