Note 7 — Early Poems
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1833. At noon she slumbered. All along The silvery field, the large leaves talked With one another, as among The spikèd maize in dreams she walked. The lizard leapt: the sunlight played: She heard the callow nestling lisp, And brimful meadow-runnels crisp. In the full-leavèd platan-shade. In sleep she breathed in a lower tone, Murmuring as at night and morn, “Madonna! lo! I am all alone. Love-forgotten and love-forlorn”.