Hid in trees

 

Now almost hid in trees a little gate

 Cheats us into the darkness of the wood 

 We almost think the day is wearing late 

 So dreamy is the light that dwells around 

 & so refreshing is its sombre mood 

 We feel at once shut out from sun & sky 

 All the deliciousness of solitude 

 While sauntering noisless oer the leafy ground 

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I love thee nature

I love thee nature in my inmost heart
Go where I will thy truth seems from above
Go where I will thy landscape forms a part
Of heaven—e'en these fens where wood nor grove
Are seen—their very nakedness I love
For one dwells nigh that secret hopes prefer
Above the race of women—like the dove
I mourn her abscence—fate that would deter
My hate for all things—strengthens love for her

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The old fox

Among the taller wood with ivy hung

The old fox plays & dances round her young

She snuffs & barks if any passes by

& swings her tail and turns prepared to fly

They get all still & lie in safety sure

& out again when everythings secure

& start & snap at blackbirds bouncing by

To fight & catch the great white butterfly

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Image by my friend #CarryAkroyd

Zig zag lane

O now the crimson east its fire streak burning

Tempts me to wander neath the blushing morn

Winding the zig zag lane turning & turning

As winds the crooked fences wilderd thorn

O wheres the eye can gaze upon the dawn

That flushes yon blue sky of cloudless heaven

& gilds the prospect round below—what eye

Can look upon the beautys morn has given

& look unmovd, sure neer a soul thats living

The soul must be extinct who passes bye

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Image by my friend #RachelBurch