Charles Tennyson Turner Poems

As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed,
I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall,
The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal--
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WHEN Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year,
   And her young artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a colour'd sphere
   Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know,
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The worm long fosters his transforming sleep,
But claims th' unalienable life again,
Which tho' it be but one, yet seemeth twain,
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As from the Dorset shore I travell'd home,
I saw the charger of the Wiltshire wold;
A far-seen figure, stately to behold,
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A hint of rain- a touch of lazy doubt-
Sent me to bedward on that prime of nights,
When the air met and burst the aerolites,
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