A Little Lane the brook runs close beside
& spangles in the sunshine while the fish glide swiftly by
& hedges leafing with the green spring tide
From out their greenery the old birds fly
& chirp & whistle in the morning sun
The pilewort glitters 'neath the pale blue sky
The little robin has its nest begun
& grass green linnets round the bushes fly
How Mild the Spring Comes in the daisy buds
Lift up their golden blossoms to the sky
How lovely are the pingles & the woods
Here a beetle runs & there a fly
Rests on the Arum leaf in bottle green
& all the Spring in this Sweet lane is seen
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