POE¥8 OJ' lf.UVB.& 31fRaging among the caverns, and a bri11ge
Crosaes the chaml ; and higb above these grow,
With intersecting trnnka, from crag tQ crag,
Cedal'll, 11nd yews, and pines; whole tangled h•ir
Ia matted in one aolid roof of abade
:By the dark ivy's t1vine. At noonday here
'Tie twilight, aud at sullllet Wackeat n~t.
SB&wr.
~n 'ng{itb :Janbsca;t.
Tse tbrus'hea eang,
A ud shook my pu1ses llnd the elm's oew lenv~a;
And then I turn'd and held my finger up,
And bade him mark, the.t howeo~'er the woJ"ld
Went i1l, "'be related, ~laly
The thrushes atill 8:\ng in it. At which word
His brow would soften, aod he bo1·e witb me
In meltmcboly plltieoce, not unkind;
While, breaking into voluble ecat.aey.
I fiatter'tl all the bl'auteoua country round,
As poets use-the skies, the clouds, the fields,
The happy violets, hiding from the roads
The pr1mrosea run down to, carrying gold-
The tangled hedge-rows, where the cowe push out
Thei r tolerant horns and patient churning mouths
'Twixt. dripping ash-boughs-bedge-row11 all alive,
With birds, aoa gnats, and lllrge white butterffiea,
Wbicb look as if the May-flower had caught life
And palpitated forth upon the wind-
Hills, valea, woods, .netted in a silver miat:
Farroa, grange~, doubled up among the bW.,
Ami cattle grazing in the water'd vales,
And cottage chituceye smoking froiD the wood&,
And cottage gardeos smelling eve1·ywhere,
Confused with smell or orchards. "See," I said,
"And see, is God not with us on the earth 1
And shall we put Him down by ·aught we do 7
"Who says there's nothing for the poor And vile,
Save poverty a.ud wickeclneaa T behold!"
And ankle-deep in Eugliab gnum I leap'd,
And clapp'd my ha.nda, and Cl\ll'J all very fair.
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