Seeking some common thing, and from its sheath

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Unloose, unknowing, some bewildering scent

Of spice-thronged memories of the Orient.

Sometimes they dart across our turbid sky

Like a quick flash after a heated day.

A moment, where the sombrous shadows lay

We see a glory. Though it passed us by

No earthly power can filch that dazzling glow

From memory's eye, that instant's shine and show.

Life is so full of joys. The alluring sea,

This morning clear and placid, may, ere night,

Toss like a petulant child, and when the light

Of a new morning dawns sweep grand and free

A mighty power. If fierce, or mild, or bright,

With every tide flows in a fresh delight.

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I can remember well when first I knew

The fragrance of white clover. There I lay

On the warm July grass and heard the play

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