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COUNTRY MORNING.
Outside my open window
A stretch of village green,
Freshness of quiet morning
Is on the peaceful scene.
A stretch of village green,
Freshness of quiet morning
Is on the peaceful scene.
The brook through reeds and rushes,
Runs on its quiet way,
There water-hens are hidden,
And there the wild-duck stray.
Runs on its quiet way,
There water-hens are hidden,
And there the wild-duck stray.
In every copse the pheasant
Whirs in a golden flight.
Alas! the burnished beauty,
That may be dull to-night!
Whirs in a golden flight.
Alas! the burnished beauty,
That may be dull to-night!
Blue haze and bluer shadows,
And pheasant-gold the trees,
The mist from the pale meadows
Is grey as are the seas.
And pheasant-gold the trees,
The mist from the pale meadows
Is grey as are the seas.
Beyond the spreading oak-trees,
Beyond the swelling park
Rises the lordly mountain,
Gorse-gold and heather-dark.
Beyond the swelling park
Rises the lordly mountain,
Gorse-gold and heather-dark.
See there the dappled beauties
All shining in the sun,
The horses and their riders—
Cubbing is just begun.
All shining in the sun,
The horses and their riders—
Cubbing is just begun.
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Below my open window
The village gossip stays;
They talk of crops and cattle
And of the good old days.
The village gossip stays;
They talk of crops and cattle
And of the good old days.
Cattle and horses wander,
Cropping the grass so cool;
A cygnet grey and fearless
Travels from pool to pool.
Cropping the grass so cool;
A cygnet grey and fearless
Travels from pool to pool.
Blue smoke hangs in the branches,
Sweet sounds of morning rise,
And all sweet innocences
Are in the Morning's eyes.
Sweet sounds of morning rise,
And all sweet innocences
Are in the Morning's eyes.
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