& when the summers swarms half namless fled
& autumns landscape faded bleak & wild
When leaves gun fall & show their berries red
Still with the season woud I be beguild
Lone spots to seek home leaving far behind
Were wildness rears her lings & teazle burs
& were last lingering of the flowery kind
Blue heath bells tremble neath the sheltering furze
Sweet was such walks on the half barren wild
Which ploughs leave quiet with their briars & brakes
Prospects of freedom pleasing from a child
To track the crookd pad which the rabbit makes
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