| Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Songs, Ballads, and a Play (1888) III. An Orchard at Avignon | | By A. Mary F. Robinson-Darmesteter (18571944) |
| | | THE HILLS are white, but not with snow: | |
| They are as pale in summer time, | |
| For herb or grass may never grow | |
| Upon their slopes of lime. | |
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| Within the circle of the hills | 5 |
| A ring, all flowering in a round, | |
| An orchard-ring of almond fills | |
| The plot of stony ground. | |
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| More fair than happier trees, I think, | |
| Grown in well watered pasture land, | 10 |
| These parched and stunted branches, pink | |
| Above the stones and sand. | |
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| O white, austere, ideal place, | |
| Where very few will care to come, | |
| Where spring hath lost the waving grace | 15 |
| She wears for us at home! | |
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| Fain would I sit and watch for hours | |
| The holy whiteness of thy hills, | |
| Their wreath of pale auroral flowers, | |
| Their peace the silence fills. | 20 |
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| A place of secret peace thou art, | |
| Such peace as in an hour of pain | |
| One moment fills the amazed heart, | |
| And never comes again. | | | | |
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