When Last I Roved These Winding Wood-Walks Green

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Title:     When Last I Roved These Winding Wood-Walks Green
Author: Charles Lamb [More Titles by Lamb]

(_Summer_, 1795. _Text of_ 1818)

When last I roved these winding wood-walks green,
Green winding walks, and shady pathways sweet,
Oft-times would Anna seek the silent scene,
Shrouding her beauties in the lone retreat.
No more I hear her footsteps in the shade:
Her image only in these pleasant ways
Meets me self-wandering, where in happier days
I held free converse with the fair-hair'd maid.
I passed the little cottage which she loved,
The cottage which did once my all contain;
It spake of days which ne'er must come again,
Spake to my heart, and much my heart was moved.
"Now fair befall thee, gentle maid!" said I,
And from the cottage turned me with a sigh.

[The end]
Charles Lamb's poem: When Last I Roved These Winding Wood-Walks Green

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