The dark oak

Where the clear stream by the wild bank is wirling

& the green awthorn bush shades the spring head

Where the glass wave oer the smooth stone is curling

Feeding the moss bank that warms the hares bed

There let me lie & the daisey notts cover me

While the grass tuft shields the nest of the lark

& the dark oak its brown branches hangs over me

Let this inscription be carvd on its bark

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