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A WALK IN SPRING.
[From Torquay to Marldon.]
Spring's many voices—cawing of the rooks,
Bleating of lambs, the blackbird's clucking note,
The echo from the teamster's sturdy throat,
The babble of the rain-replenished brooks.
Bleating of lambs, the blackbird's clucking note,
The echo from the teamster's sturdy throat,
The babble of the rain-replenished brooks.
Spring's cheerful sights—the flowers in their nooks
In wood and bank, the fields in their new coat
Of fresh-ploughed red, the squirrel perched remote,
The student lured by sunshine from his books.
In wood and bank, the fields in their new coat
Of fresh-ploughed red, the squirrel perched remote,
The student lured by sunshine from his books.
Such hear I, such I see the day I go
Across the hills to Marldon, snowdrops here
To light the eye, and on each fresh-ploughed row
A parliament of rooks to greet the ear,
Until the turning road before me flings,
The grey old Church gay in five hundred springs.
Across the hills to Marldon, snowdrops here
To light the eye, and on each fresh-ploughed row
A parliament of rooks to greet the ear,
Until the turning road before me flings,
The grey old Church gay in five hundred springs.
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