How thrills once more the lengthening chain
Of memory, at the thought of thee!
Old hopes which long in dust have lain,
Old dreams come thronging back again,
And boyhood lives in me;
I feel its glow upon my cheek,
It's fullness of the heart is…
The dews of summer night did fall.
The moon, sweet regent of the sky,
Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall,
And many an oak that stood thereby.
—Scott.
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"Now the soft air doth pause,
And silent the long shadows eastward creep,
And in the wood aisles like a columned church
With many chapels, settles down the dusk,
And spider threads amidst form elfin bridges
for the yellow light to pass."
— S.…
