From Midsummer Cushion I love to roam the woods Oft patted by the boughs That meet from either side & form an arch of leaves Till hidden as it where from all the world I stand & muse upon the pleasant scene I seem to be myself The only one that treads The earth at such a time So vacant is the mass That spreads around me one huge sea of leaves & intertwining grains of thickest shades No human eye is visible No human sound attracts The ear—but musing solitude One unembodied thought Thinks the heart into stillness as the world Was left behind for somthing green & new
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 19:53:18 +0000
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