The heron trails

The day is dull the heron trails
On flapping wings like heavy sails
And oer the mead so lowly swings
She fans the herbage with her wings

 

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Every tree is strange

Here every tree is strange to me

All foreign things where ere I go

There none where boyhood made a swee

Or clambered up to rob a crow

No hollow tree or woodland bower

Well known when joy was beating high

Where beauty ran to shun a shower

& love took pains to keep her dry

 

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Stream a silver streak

While glides the stream a silver streak between

As glides the shaded clouds along the sky

Brightning & deep'ning loosing as they're seen

In light & shade—so when old willows lean

Thus their broad shadow—runs the river bye

With tree & bush repleat a wilderd scene

& mossd & Ivyd sparkling on my eye—

O thus wild musing am I doubly blest

My woes unheeding—& my heart at rest

 

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Mouldering wall

Yon nettles where theyre left to spred

There once a garden smild

& lovly was the spot to view

Tho now so lost & wild

& where the sickly eldern loves

To top the mouldering wall

& Ivys kind encroaching care

Delayd the tottering fall

 

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