English:
"A fishing wallet from his shoulder slung,
With bounding foot he reached the mossy place,
A little moment gently o'er her hung,
Put back her hair and looked upon her face."

Identifier: monitionsofunsee00inge (find matches)
Title: The monitions of the unseen, and poems of love and childhood
Year: 1871 (1870s)
Authors: Ingelow, Jean, 1820-1897
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Publisher: Boston, Roberts brothers
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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ts to the shore. And sought the maid beneath the sycamore. 136 THE TWO MARGARETS. He sought her, not because her tender eyesWould brighten at his coming, for he knew Full seldom any thought of him would rise In her fair breast when he had passed from view; But for his own loves sake, that unbeguiled Drew him in spirit to the silent child. For boyhood in its better hour is prone To reverence what it hath not understood ; And he had thought some heavenly meaning shoneFrom her clear eyes, that made their watchings good ; While a great peacefulness of shade was shed Like oil of consecr^ition on her head. A fishing wallet from his shoulder slung. With bounding foot he reached the mossy place, A little moment gently oer her hung. Put back her hair and looked upon her face. Then fain from that deep dream to wake her yet. He Margaret! low murmured, Margaret! ^ »-• ^ 3% c 7^ CD cr 3 3 o cn ^ cr 3 cL 3 a.5 re* cr OfQ ^ in* re o p 3 c 3 P ^ 5*. G- q^ re 55 fD* i£- •n i O (T> re :r 3 Orq
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MARGARET BY THE MERE SIDE. 137 Look at me once before I leave the land, For I am going, — going, Margaret.And then she sighed, and, lifting up her hand. Laid it along his young fresh cheek, and setUpon his face those blue twin-deeps, her eyes.And moved it back from her in troubled w^ise. Because he came between her and her fate, The Mere. She sighed again as one oppressed ; The waters, shining clear, with delicate Reflections wavered on her blameless breast; And through the branches dropt, like flickerings fliir, And played upon her hands and on her hair. And he, withdraw^n a little space to see. Murmured in tender ruth that was not pain, •Farewell, I go ; but sometimes think of me.Maid Margaret; and there came by again A whispering in the reed-beds and the sway Of waters : then he turned and went his way. 138 THE TWO MARGARETS. And wilt thou think on him now he is gone ? No ; thou wilt gaze : though thy young eyes grow dim,And thy soft cheek become all pale and wan, Still thou wi

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