Poems by Robert Nicoll Second edition: with numerous additions, and a memoir of the author |
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DOWN BY THE WOOD. |
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DOWN BY THE WOOD.
Down by the wood
When daylight is breaking,
And the first breath of dawn
The green leaves is shaking,
'Tis bliss, without limit,
Alone to be straying—
To hear the wild-wood birds,
And what they are saying!
When daylight is breaking,
And the first breath of dawn
The green leaves is shaking,
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Alone to be straying—
To hear the wild-wood birds,
And what they are saying!
Down by the wood
When its noon in the heaven,
And the steer to the shade
Of the hedgerow is driven,—
'Tis sweet to recline
In the beechen-tree's shadow,
And drink all the glories
Of field, forest, meadow!
When its noon in the heaven,
And the steer to the shade
Of the hedgerow is driven,—
'Tis sweet to recline
In the beechen-tree's shadow,
And drink all the glories
Of field, forest, meadow!
Down by the wood
At the fall of the gloaming,
'Mong clear crystal dew-drops
'Tis sweet to be roaming:—
The hush of the wheat-ears—
The gushing of water—
The shiver of green leaves—
The music of nature!
At the fall of the gloaming,
'Mong clear crystal dew-drops
'Tis sweet to be roaming:—
The hush of the wheat-ears—
The gushing of water—
The shiver of green leaves—
The music of nature!
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