The bank with brambles overspread
& little molehills round about it
Was more to me than laurel shades
With paths of gravel finely clouted
& streaking here & streaking there
Through shaven grass & many a border
With rutty lanes had no compare
& heaths were in a richer order
But Poesy is on the wane
I hardly know her face again
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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