What time the cricket unmolested sings
& blundering beetles try their clumbsy wings
Leave me to meet the sweets of evens hour
By awthorn hedges when the mays in flower
Wi light enough to guide my cautious tread
As not to trample on the daiseys head
Down padded pathways of a wisht extent
As unmolested by the bending bent
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