[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 4v]

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     While the troubling thought disarming

     Still it raises lowly thought

     With the sweetness of tis charming

     And the {…}

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     Softly, softly, slowly creeping

     On our hearing, sound by sound

     In the sadness of its weeping

     In its mingled sweetness wound

Music steals with lowly motion through the startled mental ground.[1]

 
[1] [4r]

Georgics – IV. Lines 149-{…}

1904.

C

So

Myself, so near labour’s end were I not even now,

Furling my sails, and eager too to turn to land my prow,

Perchance those fertile gardens which the careful tendings clear

Would sing, and Paestum’s rosetrees too, which blossom twice a year;

And in what way the endives joy to drink the rills that pass,

And green banks in their parsley, and, how, trailing through the grass,

The gourd doth round him to a paunch; nor had I held my tongue 

Of blooming narcissus, or acanthus supply swung,

And white – streaked ivy, and myrtles too, their loved banks among.