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Two long, full years have passed since I have smelt / Sweet London in this happy month of May! / Last year relentless War bore me away / To Imbros Isle, where six sad months I dwelt / Beneath a burning sun -- nor ever felt / One breath of gentle Spring blow o'er the bay / Between whose sun-dried hills so long I lay / A restless captive. Now has Fortune dealt
More kindly with me: once again I know / The drowsy languor of the afternoons: / The soft white clouds: the may-tree's whiter snow: / The star-bound evenings, and the ivory moons. / My heart, dear God! leaps up till it is pain / With thanks to Thee that I am here again.