“Took a walk in the fields saw an old wood stile taken away from a familiar spot which it had occupied all my life the posts were overgrown with ivy & it seemed akin to nature & the spot where it stood as though it had taken it on lease for an undisturbed existence it hurt me to see it was gone for my affections claim a friendship with such things but nothing is lasting in this world
last year Langley Bush was destroyed an old white thorn that had stood for more than a century full of fame the gipsies shepherds & herdsmen all had their tales of its history & it will be long ere its memory is forgotten”
Summers pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
& the cloudy days of autumn & of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart & eye & forever far away
Dear heart & can it be that such raptures meet decay
I thought them all eternal when by Langley Bush I lay
I thought them joys eternal when I used to shout & play
On its bank at “clink and bandy” “chock” & “taw” & “ducking stone”
Where silence sitteth now on the wild heath as her own
Like a ruin of the past all alone.
Summers pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
& the cloudy days of autumn & of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart & eye & forever far away
Dear heart & can it be that such raptures meet decay
I thought them all eternal when by Langley Bush I lay
I thought them joys eternal when I used to shout & play
On its bank at “clink and bandy” “chock” & “taw” & “ducking stone”
Where silence sitteth now on the wild heath as her own
Like a ruin of the past all alone.
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