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126 V. Sackville-WestThy circles of leaves, like pointed spears,My heart pierce often;They enter, it inly bleeds, no tearsThe hid wounds soften;Yet one will I ask to bury theeIn the soft white folds of my shroud with me,Ere they close my coffin.And then there is another little poem, simply called,Song, which just deserves to be quoted:A greenness o'er my vision passed,A freshness o'er my brain,Rose up as when I saw them lastThe glad green hills again.Amid the streets' bewildering roar,I heard the rushing stirsOf vagrant breezes running o'erThe dark tops of the firs.Far round, the wide and swooning view,The bound of chained heights;Far off, the dales my footsteps knew,With all their green delights;Far down, the river winding throughThe valley, silver white;Far up, amid the cloudless blue,The slow sail of the kite.A greenness o'er my vision passed,A freshness o'er my brain,Rose up as when I saw them lastThe glad green hills again.It is not a very easy task to single out poets for specialmention. For one thing, it is not easy to decide about thedates: is it, for instance, legitimate to include Mrs Clive,who was still living after 1870, but most of whose poemswere published a number of years earlier? Is it legitimateto include Margaret Veley, who was born in 1843 butwhose poems were not published until 1888? Or MadameDarmsteter, whose first collection did not appear till1878? Then the temptation to bring in Mrs Norton is