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ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, 

IV. 


Such a charm was right Canidian, 
Though you meet it with a jeer ! 


If I said it long enough 


Then the rain hummed dimly off, 


And the thrush, with his pure Lydian, 


Was left only to the ear; 



V. 
And the sun and I together 


Went a-rushing out of doors: 


We our tender spirits drew 


Over hill and dale in view, 


Glimmering hither, glimmering thither, 


In the footsteps of the showers. 



Vi. 
Underneath the chestnuts dripping, 


Through the grasses wet and fair, 


Straight I sought my garden-ground, 


With the laurel on the mound, 


And the pear-tree oversweeping 


A side shadow of green air. 


VIL 


In the garden, lay supinely 
A huge giant, wrought of spade! 


Arms and legs were stretched at length 


In a passive giant strength,— 


And the meadow-turf, cut finely, 
Round them laid and interlaid. 













