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DUDDINGSTONE                   ig
The cloud-rifts share their amber light
With the surface of the mere— I think the very stones are glad
To feel each other near.
Once more my whole heart leaps and swells
And gushes o'er with glee ; The fingers of the sun and shade
Touch music stops in me.
Now fancy paints that bygone day
When you were here, my fair— The whole lake rang with rapid skates
In the windless winter air.
You leaned to me, I leaned to you, Our course was smooth as flight—
We steered—a heel-touch to the left, A heel-touch to the right.
We swung our way through flying men,
Your hand lay fast in mine : We saw the shifting crowd dispart,
The level ice-reach shine.
I swear by yon swan-travelled lake,
By yon calm hill above, I swear had we been drowned that day
We had been drowned in love