A little excerpt from my favourite, ‘Solitude’:
Solitude I love thee well
Brushing thro the wilderd dell
Picking from the ramping grass
Namless blossoms as I pass
Brushing thro the wilderd dell
Picking from the ramping grass
Namless blossoms as I pass
Which the dews of eve bedeck
Sweet as pearls on womans neck
Marking shepherds rou[s]d from sleep
Blundering off to fold their sheep
& the swain wi toils distrest
Hide his tools to seek his rest
While the cows wi hobbling strides
Switching slow their flye bit hides
Rubs the pastures creaking gate
Milking maids & boys to wait
As the sunshine leaves the skye
As the day light shuts her eye
O wi thee to meet the breeze
Neath the shade of awthorn trees
Sweet as pearls on womans neck
Marking shepherds rou[s]d from sleep
Blundering off to fold their sheep
& the swain wi toils distrest
Hide his tools to seek his rest
While the cows wi hobbling strides
Switching slow their flye bit hides
Rubs the pastures creaking gate
Milking maids & boys to wait
As the sunshine leaves the skye
As the day light shuts her eye
O wi thee to meet the breeze
Neath the shade of awthorn trees
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