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SONNET VI. RURAL SECLUSION.

As o'er the hill with waving timber crown'd,
In yonder drove, beneath an ash I lay;
Where bloom'd the hawthorn with its snow-white may,
And gilt-cups brightly deck'd the grassy ground;
While merry hinds that, in the fields around,
Were singing, ended some enliv'ning lay;
I heard a waterfall, so far away
That silence only brought its sullen sound;
And thought in silence, O thou peaceful place;
I would that summer weather could but last;
And, in this northern land, the lovely face
Of nature could withstand the winter's blast;
And I, from all my worldly cares set free,
Could have, awhile, a happy home in thee.