Birket Foster's pictures of English landscape . XIX. AT THE COTTAGE DOOR. Sii^o out, my thrush, for all thy cage ; I too am caged like thee,Bat narrow bounds, I dare engage, Will never sadden bees that far a-field are fain Their honey-quest to drive,When evening comes rejoice again To seek their queen and hive. The vine that climbs above our heads, The wilder shoots it throws,The thinner is the shade it spreads, The sourer grapes it sing, my thrush, a happy thrall, And I will sing with thee,For narrow bounds are best for all. And homes enough for 19 XX. AT THE EROOKSIDE. H
Birket Foster's pictures of English landscape . XIX. AT THE COTTAGE DOOR. Sii^o out, my thrush, for all thy cage ; I too am caged like thee,Bat narrow bounds, I dare engage, Will never sadden bees that far a-field are fain Their honey-quest to drive,When evening comes rejoice again To seek their queen and hive. The vine that climbs above our heads, The wilder shoots it throws,The thinner is the shade it spreads, The sourer grapes it sing, my thrush, a happy thrall, And I will sing with thee,For narrow bounds are best for all. And homes enough for 19 XX. AT THE EROOKSIDE. How many a happy summer-day We sisters spent beside the brook,Where fox-glove spire, and ox-eyes gay, Light up the shady coppice the waters, chiding, chattering, There we listened hand in hand,Started at the chesnuts pattering From the startled squirrels hand. The fox-glove bells we loved to tie To verdant spray of oak or in the brouk that glided by, Flung them as far as arm could we watched their course unsteady, Floating, struggling, hurrying on,Now in current, now in eddy, Catching now on root or stone. For maiden tongues of love will talk, And all their fancies turn on love;And when we pulled the tender stalk, And fox-glove bells about it wove,And flung it in the tiny torrent, This he, and this is I, we cried, As fares each branch by wind and current To each shall weal or woe betide. There still the bubbling brooklet flows, And still the fox-glove blossoms high,And still the tender star-wort grows, By hanging cowslips pale and s
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