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“OH, TO BE IN ENGLAND—”
Celandine, I pray you tell
Of your western-sloping dell,
Where the Rother softly sounds
By the Stodham garden-grounds,
Burbling down the Adhurst dale
To the grassy Cowdray vale.
Of your western-sloping dell,
Where the Rother softly sounds
By the Stodham garden-grounds,
Burbling down the Adhurst dale
To the grassy Cowdray vale.
Round about your mossy room,
Only now the willows bloom,
And the hazels, like born vassals
Bending, shake their golden tassels,
At the feet of oak and elm,
Monarchs of the woodland realm.
Only now the willows bloom,
And the hazels, like born vassals
Bending, shake their golden tassels,
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Monarchs of the woodland realm.
Summer is astir; bright star,
You her trusted herald are!
Yet too soon, where Rother rills
To the beech-enclustered hills,
Autumn on the path will shower
The arching rhododendron flower,
Like a haze of mallow hue
Down the leafy avenue.
You her trusted herald are!
Yet too soon, where Rother rills
To the beech-enclustered hills,
Autumn on the path will shower
The arching rhododendron flower,
Like a haze of mallow hue
Down the leafy avenue.
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