Now cool the wood my wanderings shrouds
'Neath arbours Nature weaves
Shut up from viewing fields & clouds
& buried deep in leaves
The sounds without amuse me still
Mixt with the sounds within—
The scythe with sharpening tinkles shrill
The cuckoos soothing din
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