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SONNET II. THE SEAT AT BERRY'S HILL.

It was a happy thought—upon the brow
Of this slight eminence, abrupt and sheer,
This artless seat and straw-thatched roof to rear;
Where one may watch the labourer at his plough;
Or hear, well-pleased, as I am listening now,
The song of wild birds falling on the ear,
Blended with hum of bees, or sound more drear,
The solemn murmur of the wind-swept bough.
Tent-like the fabric! in its centre stands
The sturdy oak, that spreads its boughs on high
Above its roof; while to the unsated eye
Beauteous the landscape which below expands!
Where grassy meadows, richly cultured lands,
With leafy woods and hedge-row graces vie.