Exquisite delight

Ah just as well as if but yesternight 
I do remember on that self-same hill 
I dropt me down with exquisite delight
The very hawthorn bush is standing still 
From whence I sought a twig of blooming may 

& stuck it to my bosom when at rest
Oh twas a lovely eve the lambs at play 
Scampt round and round the hill & in the west 
The clouds of purple and of crimson dye 

Were huddled up together in a heap
& oer the scented wide worlds edge did lie 
Resting as quiet as if lulled to sleep

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