5ON A HILL

Eyes that o’er the landscape fly,Over dale & wood & streamTo the cloud-realms of the sky;Eyes that wander still & dream,Hopes that ever forward pressSeeking lovelier loveliness;All the world is yours to roam—Searching eye & swiftling thought—Nowhere can ye make your home;Not where peace so vainly soughtBower’d in the valley lies,Nor content’s small villages;Nor can pleasure’s garish dressTempt you to a mean caress—Thoughts that will not rest nor stay—Ever do ye tell her nay;Still ye wander—‘Where, O say,Lies our vision’d loveliness?’

Eyes that o’er the landscape fly,Over dale & wood & streamTo the cloud-realms of the sky;

Eyes that o’er the landscape fly,

Over dale & wood & stream

To the cloud-realms of the sky;

Eyes that wander still & dream,Hopes that ever forward pressSeeking lovelier loveliness;

Eyes that wander still & dream,

Hopes that ever forward press

Seeking lovelier loveliness;

All the world is yours to roam—Searching eye & swiftling thought—Nowhere can ye make your home;

All the world is yours to roam

—Searching eye & swiftling thought—

Nowhere can ye make your home;

Not where peace so vainly soughtBower’d in the valley lies,Nor content’s small villages;

Not where peace so vainly sought

Bower’d in the valley lies,

Nor content’s small villages;

Nor can pleasure’s garish dressTempt you to a mean caress—Thoughts that will not rest nor stay—

Nor can pleasure’s garish dress

Tempt you to a mean caress

—Thoughts that will not rest nor stay—

Ever do ye tell her nay;Still ye wander—‘Where, O say,Lies our vision’d loveliness?’

Ever do ye tell her nay;

Still ye wander—‘Where, O say,

Lies our vision’d loveliness?’

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