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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
VII. “Whene’er I recollect the happy time”
By Frances Anne Kemble (1809–1893)
WHENE’ER I recollect the happy time
When you and I held converse dear together,
There come a thousand thoughts of sunny weather,
Of early blossoms, and the fresh year’s prime;
Your memory lives forever in my mind        5
With all the fragrant beauties of the spring,
With od’rous lime and silver hawthorn twined,
And many a noonday woodland wandering.
There ’s not a thought of you, but brings along
Some sunny dream of river, field, and sky;        10
’T is wafted on the blackbird’s sunset song,
Or some wild snatch of ancient melody.
And, as I date it still, our love arose
’Twixt the last violet and the earliest rose.

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