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It may be through some foreign grace	A
And unfamiliar charm of face	A
It may be that across the foam	B
Which bore her from her childhood's home	B
By some strange spell my Katie brought	C
Along with English creeds and thought	C
Entangled in her golden hair	D
Some English sunshine warmth and air	D
I cannot tell but here to day	E
A thousand billowy leagues away	E
From that green isle whose twilight skies	F
No darker are than Katie's eyes	F
She seems to me go where she will	G
An English girl in England still	G
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I meet her on the dusty street	H
And daisies spring about her feet	H
Or touched to life beneath her tread	I
An English cowslip lifts its head	I
And as to do her grace rise up	J
The primrose and the buttercup	J
I roam with her through fields of cane	K
And seem to stroll an English lane	K
Which white with blossoms of the May	E
Spreads its green carpet in her way	E
As fancy wills the path beneath	L
Is golden gorse or purple heath	L
And now we hear in woodlands dim	M
Their unarticulated hymn	M
Now walk through rippling waves of wheat	H
Now sink in mats of clover sweet	H
Or see before us from the lawn	N
The lark go up to greet the dawn	N
All birds that love the English sky	O
Throng round my path when she is by	O
The blackbird from a neighboring thorn	P
With music brims the cup of morn	P
And in a thick melodious rain	K
The mavis pours her mellow strain	K
But only when my Katie's voice	Q
Makes all the listening woods rejoice	Q
I hear with cheeks that flush and pale	R
The passion of the nightingale	R
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Anon the pictures round her change	S
And through an ancient town we range	S
Whereto the shadowy memory clings	T
Of one of England's Saxon kings	T
And which to shrine his fading fame	U
Still keeps his ashes and his name	U
Quaint houses rise on either hand	V
But still the airs are fresh and bland	V
As if their gentle wings caressed	W
Some new born village of the West	W
A moment by the Norman tower	X
We pause it is the Sabbath hour	X
And o'er the city sinks and swells	Y
The chime of old St Mary's bells	Y
Which still resound in Katie's ears	Z
As sweet as when in distant years	Z
She heard them peal with jocund din	A2
A merry English Christmas in	A2
We pass the abbey's ruined arch	B2
And statelier grows my Katie's march	B2
As round her wearied with the taint	C2
Of Transatlantic pine and paint	C2
She sees a thousand tokens cast	D2
Of England's venerable Past	D2
Our reverent footsteps lastly claims	E2
The younger chapel of St James	E2
Which though as English records run	F2
Not old had seen full many a sun	F2
Ere to the cold December gale	R
The thoughtful Pilgrim spread his sail	R
There Katie in her childish days	G2
Spelt out her prayers and lisped her praise	G2
And doubtless as her beauty grew	H2
Did much as other maidens do	H2
Across the pews and down the aisle	I2
Sent many a beau bewildering smile	I2
And to subserve her spirit's need	J2
Learned other things beside the creed	J2
There too to day her knee she bows	K2
And by her one whose darker brows	K2
Betray the Southern heart that burns	L2
Beside her and which only turns	L2
Its thoughts to Heaven in one request	W
Not all unworthy to be blest	W
But rising from an earthlier pain	K
Than might beseem a Christian fane	K
Ah can the guileless maiden share	D
The wish that lifts that passionate prayer	D
Is all at peace that breast within	A2
Good angels warn her of the sin	A2
Alas what boots it who can save	M2
A willing victim of the wave	M2
Who cleanse a soul that loves its guilt	N2
Or gather wine when wine is spilt	N2
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We quit the holy house and gain	K
The open air then happy twain	K
Adown familiar streets we go	O2
And now and then she turns to show	O2
With fears that all is changing fast	D2
Some spot that's sacred to her Past	D2
Here by this way through shadows cool	P2
A little maid she tripped to school	P2
And there each morning used to stop	Q2
Before a wonder of a shop	Q2
Where built of apples and of pears	R2
Rose pyramids of golden spheres	Z
While dangling in her dazzled sight	S2
Ripe cherries cast a crimson light	S2
And made her think of elfin lamps	T2
And feast and sport in fairy camps	T2
Whereat upon her royal throne	U2
Most richly carved in cherry stone	U2
Titania ruled in queenly state	V2
The boisterous revels of the f ete	V2
'T was yonder with their horrid noise	W2
Dismissed from books she met the boys	W2
Who with a barbarous scorn of girls	X2
Glanced slightly at her sunny curls	X2
And laughed and leaped as reckless by	O
As though no pretty face were nigh	O
But here the maiden grows demure	Y2
Indeed she's not so VERY sure	Y2
That in a year or haply twain	K
Who looked e'er failed to look again	Z2
And sooth to say I little doubt	V2
Some azure day the truth will out	V2
That certain baits in certain eyes	F
Caught many an unsuspecting prize	F
And somewhere underneath these eaves	A3
A budding flirt put forth its leaves	A3
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Has not the sky a deeper blue	H2
Have not the trees a greener hue	H2
And bend they not with lordlier grace	A
And nobler shapes above the place	A
Where on one cloudless winter morn	P
My Katie to this life was born	P
Ah folly long hath fled the hour	X
When love to sight gave keener power	X
And lovers looked for special boons	B3
In brighter flowers and larger moons	B3
But wave the foliage as it may	E
And let the sky be ashen gray	E
Thus much at least a manly youth	C3
May hold and yet not blush as truth	C3
If near that blessed spot of earth	D3
Which saw the cherished maiden's birth	D3
No softer dews than usual rise	F
And life there keeps its wonted guise	F
Yet not the less that spot may seem	E3
As lovely as a poet's dream	E3
And should a fervid faith incline	F3
To make thereof a sainted shrine	F3
Who may deny that round us throng	G3
A hundred earthly creeds as wrong	G3
But meaner far which yet unblamed	V2
Stalk by us and are not ashamed	V2
So therefore Katie as our stroll	H3
Ends at this portal while you roll	H3
Those lustrous eyes to catch each ray	E
That may recall some vanished day	E
I let them jeer and laugh who will	G
Stoop down and kiss the sacred sill	G
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So strongly sometimes on the sense	I3
These fancies hold their influence	J3
That in long well known streets I stray	E
Like one who fears to lose his way	E
The stranger I the native she	K3
Myself not Kate had crossed the sea	K3
And changing place and mixing times	L3
I walk in unfamiliar climes	L3
These houses free to every breeze	M3
That blows from warm Floridian seas	M3
Assume a massive English air	D
And close around an English square	D
While if I issue from the town	N3
An English hill looks greenly down	N3
Or round me rolls an English park	O3
And in the Broad I hear the Larke	O3
Thus when where woodland violets hide	V2
I rove with Katie at my side	V2
It scarce would seem amiss to say	E
Katie my home lies far away	E
Beyond the pathless waste of brine	F3
In a young land of palm and pine	F3
There by the tropic heats the soul	H3
Is touched as if with living coal	H3
And glows with such a fire as none	F2
Can feel beneath a Northern sun	F2
Unless my Katie's heart attest	V2
'T is kindled in an English breast	V2
Such is the land in which I live	P3
And Katie such the soul I give	Q3
Come ere another morning beam	E3
We'll cleave the sea with wings of steam	E3
And soon despite of storm or calm	R3
Beneath my native groves of palm	R3
Kind friends shall greet with joy and pride	V2
The Southron and his English bride	V2