The Luggie.
LLONG yearnings had my soul to gaze uponFair Italy with atmosphere of fire;On tawny Spain; on th’ immemorial landWhere Time has dallied with the ParthenonIn beautiful affection and desire.But when last even, effluently bland,I saw sweet Luggie wind her amber watersThro’ lawns of dew and glens of glimmering green,And saw the comeliness of Scotland’s daughters,Their speaking eyes and modest mountain mien,—I blest the Godhead over all presiding,Who placed me here, removed from human strife,Where Luggie, in her clear unwearied gliding,Is but the image of my inner life.
LLONG yearnings had my soul to gaze uponFair Italy with atmosphere of fire;On tawny Spain; on th’ immemorial landWhere Time has dallied with the ParthenonIn beautiful affection and desire.But when last even, effluently bland,I saw sweet Luggie wind her amber watersThro’ lawns of dew and glens of glimmering green,And saw the comeliness of Scotland’s daughters,Their speaking eyes and modest mountain mien,—I blest the Godhead over all presiding,Who placed me here, removed from human strife,Where Luggie, in her clear unwearied gliding,Is but the image of my inner life.
LLONG yearnings had my soul to gaze uponFair Italy with atmosphere of fire;On tawny Spain; on th’ immemorial landWhere Time has dallied with the ParthenonIn beautiful affection and desire.But when last even, effluently bland,I saw sweet Luggie wind her amber watersThro’ lawns of dew and glens of glimmering green,And saw the comeliness of Scotland’s daughters,Their speaking eyes and modest mountain mien,—I blest the Godhead over all presiding,Who placed me here, removed from human strife,Where Luggie, in her clear unwearied gliding,Is but the image of my inner life.
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