Where slanting banks are always with the sun
The daisy is in blossom even now
& where warm patches by the hedges run
The cottager when coming home from plough
Brings home a cowslip root in flower to set
Thus ere the Christmas goes the spring is met
Setting up little tents about the fields
In sheltered spots Primroses when they get
Behind the woods old roots where ivy shields
Their crimpled curdled leaves will shine & hide
Cart ruts and horses footings scarcely yield
A slur for boys just crizzled & thats all
Frost shoots his needles by the small dyke side
& snow in scarce a feathers seen to fall
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