Robert Keable .
*I HAVE
A HOPE .
I HAVE
a
hope
of
deep -
set
woods
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Where
brown
curled
beech
leaves
strew
the
ground
,
And
silk
-
haired
primrose
leaves
around
Make
way
for
buds
in
fair
green
hoods
;
And
where
the
small dog
-
violets
try
To
hide ashamed
from
passers
by
.
I
have
a
hope
of
free
wide
braes
Swept
keenly
by
sea
-
scented
winds
,
Where
,
brave
and
tossed
,
one
often
finds
Sea
pinks
;
where
gulls
upon
their
ways
Go crying
in
the
vault above
That
there
's
no
quest
like
that
of
Love
.
I
have
a
hope that
I
may
sit
Some distant
June
,
where
,
slow
and
clear
,
Wide
-
bosomed
waters
steal between
The
pollen
'd
rushes
,
sunshine
lit;
And down
the air
beneath
the
trees
Comes fragrantly
the
hum
of
bees
.
But most
I
look
these
tropic
days
,
For
flickering
flames
on
ruddy
walls
,
On books
in
ancient
oaken
stalls
,
And
those
few
prints
I
fain
would
praise
;
Where
cushioned
low
before the fire
Perhaps may
be
my
heart
's
desire
.
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