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Title: To Eleanor
Author: James Avis Bartley [
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When Hesper shows his rosiate lamp of love,
High in yon lofty arch of dewy blue;
When gentle dews distilling from above,
Sparkle upon the spreading grass and groves of yew--
When sinks to rest the faintly murmuring breeze,
And dim and indistinct the landscape view--
Lonely I stray among the poplar trees
And muse, dear Eleanor, dear love, on you.
When Luna looks upon yon mountains brown,
And gilds the winding stream with silvery hue,
And Silence, like a fall of whitest down,
Falls where the sylphs their elfin dance renew
In lonely glens and cliffs of ivy green;
And human forms lie bathed in sleep's soft dew--
Silent I stray along the fairy scene,
And muse, dear Eleanor, dear love, on you.
When golden streaks along the East appear,
Spreading and flashing o'er that sea of blue;
And springs at length with aspect bright and clear,
Great Sol upon the glittering world of dew--
The wakened Hours commence their wonted race,
And Nature strikes her living harp anew--
Smiling I scan Creation's glorious face,
And muse, dear Eleanor, dear love, on you.
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James Avis Bartley's poem: To Eleanor
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