In Hilly-Wood
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ow sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me;Faintly are heard the ploughmen at their ploughs, But not an eye can find its way to see.The sunbeams scarce molest me with a smile, So thickly the leafy armies gather round;And where they do, the breeze blows cool the while, Their leafy shadows dancing on the ground.Full many a flower, too, wishing to be seen,Perks up its head the hiding grass between,-- In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be;Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee,Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.
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