The Desolation of Eyam The Emigrant, a Tale of the American Woods: and other poems. By William and Mary Howitt |
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SONNET, NEWSTEAD WOODS.
How pleasantly the sun, this summer day,Shines through the covert of these leafy woods,
Where quiet, like a gentle spirit, broods
Unstartled, save by the continuous lay
Of birds, the stirring west-wind, and the play
Of a small pebbly stream. The columbine
Shines in its dark blue lustre, and the twine
Of rose and honeysuckle bowers the way.
Long of these arching trees, this softened sky,
My memory's tablet will a trace retain.
How 'mong the sylvan knolls a bard might lie,
And cast aside the world's corroding chain;
A monarch in the world of poetry,
Endenizened in fancy's free domain.
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