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| VIII. | SONNET VIII.
BURSTAL, IN THE FOUR SEASONS. |
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SONNET VIII. BURSTAL, IN THE FOUR SEASONS.
How sweet it were, methinks, to sojourn here,And watch the seasons in their changeful flight;
To see the Spring bedeck, with wild flowers bright,
The valley and those swelling uplands near;
To mark the Summer, in her blithe career,
Bursting in rich luxuriance on the sight;
And matron Autumn reassert her right
To crown with harvest boons the circling year!
Nor undelightful would it be, I ween,
At Christmas, here to trim the cottage fire,
Pore o'er the lay, or tune the Muses' lyre,
What time rude Winter, with his sterner mien,
In spotless snow arrayed the altered scene,
And hushed in stillness all the woodland choir.
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