 | A Selection from Unpublished Poems |  |
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LEAZING-TIME.
And there by our houses, beside the hillbrow,
With houses of neighbours around,
Were ash trees out-branching in many a bough
O'er slow-wheeling shades on the ground:
And thistle-down, wavering white
From grass-stalk to stalk giddy-flighted.
With houses of neighbours around,
Were ash trees out-branching in many a bough
O'er slow-wheeling shades on the ground:
And thistle-down, wavering white
From grass-stalk to stalk giddy-flighted.
Then warm was the wall-side, by ivy leaves green,
Or gray flakes of moss overlaid;
And cool seemed the blue sheet of sky that was seen
Through tree-boughs, dark-green in the shade,
Where people, with slow-lagging feet,
Come glowing in face, over-heated.
Or gray flakes of moss overlaid;
And cool seemed the blue sheet of sky that was seen
Through tree-boughs, dark-green in the shade,
Where people, with slow-lagging feet,
Come glowing in face, over-heated.
There down in some nook in the stubble-brown'd lands
Were gleaming the rick-trimmers' hooks,
And leazers, all plying their down-dipping hands,
Stepped onward, with down-stooping looks,
Or girls up the hill, by the trees,
Came on with their headloads of leazings.
Were gleaming the rick-trimmers' hooks,
And leazers, all plying their down-dipping hands,
Stepped onward, with down-stooping looks,
Or girls up the hill, by the trees,
Came on with their headloads of leazings.
The horseman, unseen in the lane, let us see,
From up-springing dust-clouds, his speed,
As foot-folk came tripping, by tree after tree
Of thorns on the down, to the mead,
Where shunning, in shadows, the glare
Of the sun, stood the cows of the dairy.
From up-springing dust-clouds, his speed,
As foot-folk came tripping, by tree after tree
Of thorns on the down, to the mead,
Where shunning, in shadows, the glare
Of the sun, stood the cows of the dairy.
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