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2. The Hedge
Fair neighbour of the thatchèd cot
With gloire de Dijon clustered gable,
So star-sweet, on from plot to plot,
Thou trippest, like a nymph of fable;
With gloire de Dijon clustered gable,
So star-sweet, on from plot to plot,
Thou trippest, like a nymph of fable;
So blithe thy smile, so soft thy tone,
So frank those down-dropt eyes half-hidden,
I'd fain the hedge were overthrown,
And our two gardens made one Eden!
So frank those down-dropt eyes half-hidden,
I'd fain the hedge were overthrown,
And our two gardens made one Eden!
But “No!” cries Wisdom, “spare the fence,
The thorn, the ivy blackbirds nest in;
Leave something for the finer sense,
Some dream of joy to hope and rest in.
The thorn, the ivy blackbirds nest in;
Leave something for the finer sense,
Some dream of joy to hope and rest in.
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“Some glad surprise, some mystery
Of inconceivably sweet meaning!”
Wisdom is wise. My friend and I
Scarce press the topmost twigs by leaning.
Of inconceivably sweet meaning!”
Wisdom is wise. My friend and I
Scarce press the topmost twigs by leaning.
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