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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.


By Charles Kingsley (1819–1875)

From ‘The Saint’s Tragedy’

OH! that we two were Maying

Down the stream of the soft spring breeze;

Like children with violets playing

In the shade of the whispering trees.

Oh! that we two sat dreaming

On the sward of some sheep-trimmed down,

Watching the white mist steaming

Over river and mead and town.

Oh! that we two lay sleeping

In our nest in the church-yard sod:

With our limbs at rest on the quiet earth’s breast,

And our souls at home with God.