Berrys freed from rhyme awhile
Shines red on hedgrow twigs again
One may a midday hour beguile
To walk in shielding wood & plain
To track some woodlands gentle ride
Where hanging branches lend a screen
Or banks slopd down on either side
Were sheltering vallys creep between
As down such hollows one proceeds
We instant feel a warmer day
While mong each bank tops rustling weeds
Winds noise their unfelt rage away
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