edmund rubbra - sonnet lxxviii lyrics
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lacking my love, i go from place to place
like a young fawn, that late hath lost the hind;
and seek each where, where last i saw her face
whose image yet i carry fresh in mind
i seek the fields with her late footing signed;
i seek her bower with her late presence deck’d;
yet nor in field nor bower i her can find;
yet field and bower are full of her aspect:
but, when mine eyes i thereunto direct
they idly back return to me again:
and, when i hope to see their true object
i find myself but fed with fancies vain
cease then, mine eyes, to seek herself to see;
and let my thoughts behold herself in me
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