Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Night of SpringThomas Westwood (18141888)
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As thro’ the wood we go—
We would count the stars in heaven,
Hear the grasses grow:
Dappling the deep blue,
In our open palms outspread
Catch the blessèd dew.
As thro’ the wood we go—
We would see fair Dian rise
With her huntress bow:
Ruffling the dim trees,
Hear its sweet love-ditty set
To endless harmonies.
As thro’ the wood we go—
All the beauty of the night
We would learn and know!