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And so my full heart blossoms bind The bright midsummer fields, and find Sweet fellowships with everything! AND SO MY FULL HEART BLOSSOMS BIND THE BRIGHT MIDSUMMER FIELDS AND FIND SWEET FELLOWSHIPS WITH EVERYTHING
ne; And poising lightly on a spray Of fruited bramble stems where shine Close clustering berries, red as wine, A little thistle-bird, still gay In April’s yellow plumage, clings With airy grace, and slowly swings, And lifts his wings In dainty, drowsy flutterings; They flicker like bright flakes of gold, And fan his body, small and slim, While lovingly the winds enfold And summer’s heart broods over him. The sky is softer than the blue Of cornflower buds beneath the dew; And down below Upon the marshy meadow swales The bindweed weaves its rosy veils Where thick the blowing rushes grow Among the tasseled reeds and rue; And up between the mossy rails It lightly climbs, and clambers through The growing corn, and barley, too, And winds the fallow weeds and trails Along the creek where cowslips grew. O lavish stems, that fondly fling Close clasp about the earth, and cling In wreaths of fragrant flowering, Ev’n as ye do To that dear soil wherefrom ye spring, So does my love cleave thereunto! ICKETS INTERTWINE AND POISING LIGHTLY ON THE SPRAY OF FRUITED BRAMBLE STEMS WHERE SHINE CLOSE CLUSTERING BERRIES RED AS WINE A LITTLE THISTLE BIRD STILL GAY IN APRIL'S YELLOW PLUMAGE CLINGS WITH AIRY GRACE AND SLOWLY SWINGS AND LIFTS HIS WINGS IN DAINTY DROWSY FLUTTERINGS THEY FLICKER LIKE BRIGHT FLAKES OF GOLD AND FAN HIS BODY SMALL AND SLIM WHILE LOVINGLY THE WINDS ENFOLD AND SUMMER'S HEART BROODS OVER HIM THE SKY IS SOFTER THAN THE BLUE OF CORN FLOWER BUDS BENEATH THE DEW AND DOWN BELOW UPON THE MARSHY MEADOW SWALES THE BIND WEED WEAVES ITS ROSY VALES WHERE THICK THE BLOWING RUSHES GROW AMONG THE TASSELED WREATHS AND BREW AND UP BETWEEN THE MOSSY RAILS IT LIGHTLY CLIMBS AND CLAMBERS THROUGH THE GROWING CORN AND BARLEY TOO AND WINDS THE FALLOW WEEDS AND TRAILS ALONG THE CREEK WHERE THE COWSLIPS GREW O LAVISH STEMS THAT FONDLY FLING CLOSE CLASPS ABOUT THE EARTH AND CLING IN WREATHS OF FRAGRANT FLOWERING EVEN AS YE DO TO THAT DEAR SOIL WHEREIN YE SPRING SO DOES MY LOVE CLEAVE THEREUNTO
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