 | Studies in verse (1865) |  |
A winding lane of elder, hip, and sloe,
Led to the thatcher Abel Nixon's home:
A cottage squared in white and beamed in dark,
A bee-hive and a dahlia row beyond,
A cornered croft with twisted apple-trees,
A field-gate to the right and one bar gone;
The near ground poached and roughened by the hooves
Of lazy crowded pasture-going beeves:
Pasture on pasture laid until the verge,
And nothing nearer heaven than hedge or tree:
A shire of milk as even as a mere.
Led to the thatcher Abel Nixon's home:
A cottage squared in white and beamed in dark,
A bee-hive and a dahlia row beyond,
A cornered croft with twisted apple-trees,
A field-gate to the right and one bar gone;
The near ground poached and roughened by the hooves
Of lazy crowded pasture-going beeves:
Pasture on pasture laid until the verge,
And nothing nearer heaven than hedge or tree:
A shire of milk as even as a mere.
| Studies in verse (1865) | |