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A SINGER of our own day, who possesses a delicate and genuine poetic gift, has narrated in flowing verse the vision which came to him as he lay beneath the trees reading Marston's book of " Garden Secrets," and watched the sun sink by Highden hill.#
" For where the damask roses, mignonette,
Stocks, tiger-lilies, musk, and mint deffuse, Their night-fresh fragrance, and the moonlight makes
The colours mystical, the Sussex Muse, Wrapt in a veil of mist, alights and takes
Her Pan-pipes, jewel set, Out from between her breasts, and, for myself
Alone, against the sundial leans and plays The very tunes she played in bygone days
To Fletcher, Otway, Collins, Shelley, Realf." t
Misfortune has dogged the footsteps of the Sussex poets. Only one of the five passed the half century. Realf died by his own hand ;
* " Garden Secrets " was the title of one of the posthumous collections of the verses of the unfortunate blind poet, Philip Bourke Marston, the record of whose tragic life is one of the most pathetic pages in the literary history of this age.
t This fine poem of "The Sussex Muse" will be found in "Song Favours," by Charles William Dalmon (London, 1895, P- 53)-
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