“Hear it, O Thyrsis, still our tree is there!”

— Matthew Arnold , Thyrsis

Ah, vain! These English fields, this upland dim,
These brambles pale with mist engarlanded,
That lone, sky-pointing tree, are not for him;
To a boon southern country he is fled,
And now in happier air,
Wandering with the great Mother’s train divine
(And purer or more subtle soul than thee,
I trow, the mighty Mother doth not see)
Within a folding of the Apennine.
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Thyrsis (1866)

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English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector… 1822–1888

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