Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis

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And for the hundredth time point out
Each favourite blossom and perfume--
If the white lilac still doth bloom,
Or the pink hawthorn fadeth out:
And by the laurell'd wall, and o'er
The fields of young green corn we've gone;
And by the outer gate, and on
To our dear friend's oft-trodden door.
And there in cheerful talk we stay,
Till deepening twilight warns us home;
Then once again we backward roam
Calmly and slow the well-known way--
And linger for the expected view--
Day's dying gleam upon the hill;
Or listen for the whip-poor-will,[113]
Or the too seldom shy cuckoo.
At home the historic page we glean,
And muse, and hope, and praise, and pray--
Join with me, love, as then, and say--
Sweet summer time and scene!
111. Mount Pelier, in the county of Dublin, overlooking Rathfarnham,
and more remotely Dundrum. To a brief residence near the latter village
the "Recollections" rendered in this poem are to be referred.
112. Calderon's "El Principe Constante," translated in the earlier
volumes of the author's Calderon. London, 1853.
113. I do not know the bird to which I have given this Indian name.
It, however, imitated its note quite distinctly.