Note 297 — 1845

And there in sweet communion live: Yet those loved most, in which we own A touching likeness which they bear To flower or herb, by Nature sown, To breathe our English air. MS.

And there in sweet communion live Admired for beauty of their own, Loved for the likeness some may bear To flower … MS.

Thus tempted Fancy with free scope Will range, and on these aliens set Names among us endeared to none, To hearts a fond regret. MS.

So tempted … May range, … MS.