Alfred Austin

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Madonna

Let me, calm face, remain For ever in these sweet sequestered nooks, Remote from pain, Where leafy laurustinus overlooks The blue abounding main. Ne'er will I crave, I vow, Your loveliness despite, that we may stand More nigh than now; You, with the fresh-plucked roses in your hand, And I with inclined brow. With air, and sea, and sky, And penetrative music on the beach, All that is high, And far, and holy, and beyond our reach, I you identify. Then, lady, let me stay, Here where no storm nor surge of discontent Can find its way; Hearkening your holy admonitions, blent With murmurs from the bay.