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THE FIELD-PATH WAY.
Let's put the dusty road aside
For ogreish things that snort and smell,
For folk that drive in gigs or ride
All in a haste to buy or sell.
For ogreish things that snort and smell,
For folk that drive in gigs or ride
All in a haste to buy or sell.
See here an open gate invites,
The way runs on beside the wheat;
Dappled with sweetest reds and whites
The softest turf offers a seat.
The way runs on beside the wheat;
Dappled with sweetest reds and whites
The softest turf offers a seat.
Across the valley dark and green,
The road a dusty ribbon doth wind:
Beauty and beauty set between:
Is not the field-path to your mind?
The road a dusty ribbon doth wind:
Beauty and beauty set between:
Is not the field-path to your mind?
By the white clover we shall go,
The very way the wild bee went;
By honeysuckles all a-blow,
Their horns of plenty spilling scent;
The very way the wild bee went;
By honeysuckles all a-blow,
Their horns of plenty spilling scent;
And by wild roses pink and pale,
Campion and scabious and new hay:
This is the way the nightingale
Went some delicious night of May.
Campion and scabious and new hay:
This is the way the nightingale
Went some delicious night of May.
Now by some pasture rich and deep,
Where white and strawberry cattle stand,
Where shepherd-men still keep the sheep
All in a sweet and ordered land.
Where white and strawberry cattle stand,
Where shepherd-men still keep the sheep
All in a sweet and ordered land.
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Now through the man-high oats we fare,
Lit with the flaming poppies fine,
Millions of emerald columns bear
The fretted arches all a-shine.
Lit with the flaming poppies fine,
Millions of emerald columns bear
The fretted arches all a-shine.
Come, take the field-path way a-while,
By cherry orchards, cool and dark,
With lovers on a rustic stile,
And everywhere the springing lark.
By cherry orchards, cool and dark,
With lovers on a rustic stile,
And everywhere the springing lark.
Let's leave the road to folk in haste,
The field-path goes a leisured way;
Ere the delicious time be past,
Gather we roses while we may.
The field-path goes a leisured way;
Ere the delicious time be past,
Gather we roses while we may.
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