Yet still the little path winds on & on
Down hedgrow sides & many a pastoral charm
We soon forget the charm of poesy gone
In the still woodland with its silent balm
& find some other joy to dream upon
A distant notice of some nestling farm
Crowded with russet stacks that peep between
Hugh homestead elms or orchards squatting trees
Where apples shine sun tanned & mellow green
Home comforts for dull winters reveries
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