There is brooding wonder there, but no dream of blight or bane;
Here, if you have loved and lost, you may find your love again!
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Just the sun on a slope of heather,
The long blue wind and the open sea;
All the cares of the world in tether,
And nobody there but you and me!
That ’s my wish in the golden weather;
Love, you echo the wish with me?
Come, then, ho, for the slope of heather,