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By Avignon's dismantled walls	A
Where cloudless mid March sunshine falls	A
Rhone through broad belts of green	B
Flecked with the light of almond groves	C
Upon itself reverting roves	C
Reluctant from the scene	B
	-
Yet from stern moat and storied tower	D
From sprouting vine from spreading flower	D
My footsteps cannot choose	C
But turn aside as though some friend	E
Were waiting for my voice and wend	E
Unto thy vale Vaucluse	C
	-
For here by Sorgue's sequestered stream	F
Did Petrarch fly from fame and dream	F
Life's noonday light away	G
Here build himself a studious home	H
And careless of the crowns of Rome	H
To Laura lend his lay	G
	-
Teaching vain tongues that would reward	I
With noisy praise the shrinking bard	J
Reminding thus the proud	K
Love's sympathy to him that sings	C
Is more than smiles of courts and kings	C
Or plaudits of the crowd	K
	-
For poor though love that doth not rouse	C
To deeds of glory dreaming brows	C
What but a bitter sweet	L
Is loftiest fame unless it lay	G
The soldier's sword the poet's bay	G
Low at some loved one's feet	L
	-
Where are his books His garden where	M
I mount from flowery stair to stair	M
While fancy fondly feigns	C
Here rose his learned lintel here	N
He pondered till the text grew clear	O
Of long forgotten strains	C
	-
On trackless slopes and brambled mounds	C
The laurel still so thick abounds	C
That Nature's self one deems	C
Regretful of his vanished halls	C
Still plants the tree whose name recalls	C
The lady of his dreams	C
	-
Aught more than this I cannot trace	C
There is no footstep form nor face	C
To vivify the scene	B
Save where but culled to fling away	G
Posies of withering wildflowers say	G
Here children's feet have been ''	-
	-
Yet there's strange softness in the skies	C
The violet opens limpid eyes	C
The woodbine tendrils start	P
Like childhood winning without guile	Q
The primrose wears a constant smile	Q
And captive takes the heart	P
	-
All things remind of him of her	D
Stripped are the slopes of beech and fir	D
Bare rise the crags above	R
But hillside valley stream and plain	S
The freshness of his muse retain	S
The fragrance of his love	R
	-
Why did he hither turn Why choose	C
Thy solitary gorge Vaucluse	C
Thy Fountain makes reply	T
That like the muse its waters well	U
From source none ne'er can sound and swell	U
From springs that run not dry	T
	-
Or was it he might drink the air	M
That Laura breathed in surging prayer	M
Or duty's stifled sigh	T
Feel on his cheek the self same gale	V
And listen to the same sweet wail	V
When summer nights are nigh	T
	-
May be Of Fame he deeply quaffed	P
But thirsting for the sweeter draught	P
Of Love alas for him	W
Though draining glory to the dregs	C
He was like one that vainly begs	C
And scarcely sips the brim	W
	-
Is it then so that glory ne'er	M
Its throne with happiness will share	M
But baffling half our aim	X
Grief is the forfeit greatness pays	C
Lone places grow the greenest bays	C
And anguish suckles fame	X
	-
Let this to lowlier bards atone	Y
Whose unknown Laura is their own	Y
Possessing and possest	P
Of whom if sooth they do not sing	Z
'Tis that near her they fold their wing	Z
To drop within her nest	P
	-
Adieu Vaucluse Swift Sorgue farewell	U
Thy winding waters seem to swell	U
Louder as I depart	P
But evermore where'er I go	A2
Thy stream will down my memory flow	A2
And murmur through my heart	P

Alfred Austin

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