Quote #26

Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose types of things through all degrees.

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  1. Thou unassuming Common-place Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace, Which Love makes for thee!
  2. The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream.
  3. No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery.
  4. Dear Child of Nature, let them rail!
  5. O Blithe newcomer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice?
  6. Thou, while thy babes around thee cling, Shalt show us how divine a thing A Woman may be made.
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