 | The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley |  |
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COWSLIP
Fair cowslip, in the front of May,
When woods are freshly green,
Ere one wild rose is seen;
Yet listen to the royal lay
To cheer, the clime.
And in the thorny brake is heard
The plaining of the classic bird,
The bird of rhyme.
When woods are freshly green,
Ere one wild rose is seen;
Yet listen to the royal lay
To cheer, the clime.
And in the thorny brake is heard
The plaining of the classic bird,
The bird of rhyme.
An ampler verdure June dilates,
And mountain high the chestnut tree
Rears its heaped blossoms in a sea
Of flowers, each tinged with central red,
With cream-white round.
And labyrinths, where odour showers,
And bees sink fathoms deep in flowers,
And perfumed sound.
And mountain high the chestnut tree
Rears its heaped blossoms in a sea
Of flowers, each tinged with central red,
With cream-white round.
And labyrinths, where odour showers,
And bees sink fathoms deep in flowers,
And perfumed sound.
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