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- I NEVER wholly feel that summer is high,
- However green the trees, or loud the birds,
- However movelessly eye-winking herds
- Stand in field ponds, or under large trees lie,
- Till I do climb all cultured pastures by,
- That hedged by hedgerows studiously fretted trim,
- Smile like a lady's face with lace laced prim,
- And on some moor or hill that seeks the sky
- Lonely and nakedly,--utterly lie down,
- And feel the sunshine throbbing on body and limb,
- My drowsy brain in pleasant drunkenness swim,
- Each rising thought sink back and dreamily drown,
- Smiles creep o'er my face, and smother my lips, and cloy,
- Each muscle sink to itself, and separately enjoy.
- Ebenezer Jones
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