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My virgin sense of sound was steeped In the music of young streams And roses through the casement peeped, And scented all my dreams.
Alfred Austin
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Alfred Austin
Age: 78 †
Born: 1835
Born: May 30
Died: 1913
Died: June 2
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The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.
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Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.
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Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!
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