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a toign of l^e cliff bettoeen Ibisblanb anb lotolanti, 

 t^e ^ea-tioton's: ebge bettneen toinbttiarti anb lee, 

 Slalleb rounb bitt^ cockEC as; an intaarb island. 



Wte Qhoit of a sarben frontei lije S>ea. 

 3 gttble of bru£ft)tDoob anb iijorn tnctosfesf 



QT^e siteep square £flope of tlje blagsfomlesfs beb, 

 etre t^t ineebjei (bat grebi green from Ibe grabesi of Us 

 roEfes noto lit beab. — S)totnburne 



^ Blanketed in their covering of snow and 

 guarded by sentinels of sere brown leafless 

 brushwood and ^urdy pines our gar- 

 dens seemed deserted indeed. But they 

 are not like the garden that inspired 

 one of Swinburne's mo^ 

 beautiful poems, for 1 f^now 

 that they will awaken in all 

 their glory now at the 

 magic touch of Spring. 

 ' ^ I feel quite cer- 

 tain that the 



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