Tho twas hot

Then I sought the woodland side 
Cool the breeze my face did meet 
& the sun the shade did hide 
Tho twas hot it seemed sweet 
& as while I clum the hill 
Many a distant charm I found 
Pausing on the lagging mill 
That scarcly movd its sails around 
Hanging oer a gate or stile 
Till my curious eye did tire 
Leisure was employd awhile 
Counting many a peeping spire 
While the hot sun gun to wain 
Cooling glooms fast deep[n]ing still

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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