Round Oak (excerpt)

[Image: Shelly Rolinson]

& oft wi shepherds he woud sit to sigh
On past delights of many a by gone day
& look on scenes now naked to the eye
& talk as how they once were clothed gay
& how the runnel wound its weedy way
& how the willows on its margin grew
Talk oer wi them the rural feats of may
Who got the blossoms neath the morning dew
That the last garland made & where such blossoms grew
As how he coud remember well when he
Laden wi blooming treasures from the plain
Has mixt wi them beneath a dotterel tree
Drove from his cowslips by a hasty rain

The Village Minstrel (1821)

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