The Country Retreat - Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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The Country Retreat - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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Oh lone and lovely solitude Washed by the sounding sea; Nature was in a poet's mood When she created thee How pleasant in the hour of noon To wander through the shade; The soft and golden shade which June Flings o'er thy inland glade: The wild rose like a wreath above The ash-tree's fairy keys The aspen trembling, as if love Were whispered by the breeze; These, or the beech's darker bough For canopy o'er head While moss and fragile flowers below An elfin pillow spread Here one might dream the hours away As if the world had not Or grief, or care, or disarray To darken human lot Yet 'tis not here that I would dwell Though fair the place may be The summer's favourite citadel:— A busier scene for me! I love to see the human face Reflect the human mind To watch in every crowded place Their opposites combined There's more for thought in one brief hour In yonder busy street Than all that ever leaf or flower Taught in their green retreat Industry, intellect, and skill Appear in all their pride The glorious force of human will Triumphs on every side Yet touched with meekness, for on all Is set the sign and seal Of sorrow, suffering, and thrall Which none but own and feel; The hearse that passes with its dead The homeless beggar's prayer Speak words of warning, and of dread To every passer there Aye beautiful the dreaming brought By valleys and green fields; But deeper feeling, higher thought Is what the city yields
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- Letitia Elizabeth Landon