Remembrances
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ummer's pleasures they are gone like to visions every one,And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on.I tried to call them back, but unbidden they are goneFar away from heart and eye and forever far away.Dear heart, and can it be that such raptures meet decay?I thought them all eternal when by Langley Bush I lay,I thought them joys eternal when I used to shout and playOn its bank at "clink and bandy," "chock" and "taw" and "ducking stone,"Where silence sitteth now on the wild heath as her ownLike a ruin of the past all alone. When I used to lie and sing by old Eastwell's boiling spring,When I used to tie the willow boughs together for a swing,And fish with crooked pins and thread and never catch a thing,With heart just like a feather, now as heavy as a stone;When beneath old Lea Close oak I the bottom branches brokeTo make our harvest cart like so many working folk,And then to cut a straw at the brook to have a soak.O I never dreamed of parting or that trouble had a sting,Or that pleasures like a flock of birds would ever take to wing,Leaving nothing but a little naked spring. When jumping time away on old Crossberry Way,And eating awes like sugarplums ere they had lost the may,And skipping like a leveret before the peep of dayOn the roly poly up and downs of pleasant Swordy Well,When in Round Oak's narrow lane as the south got black againWe sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain,With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain;How delicious was the dinner time on such a showery day!O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away,The ancient pulpit trees and the play. When for school oer Little Field with its brook and wooden brig,Where I swaggered like a man though I was not half so big,While I held my little plough though twas but a willow twig,And drove my team along made of nothing but a name,"Gee hep" and "hoit" and "woi"--O I never call to mindThese pleasant names of places but I leave a sigh behind,While I see little mouldiwarps hang sweeing to the windOn the only aged willow that in all the field remains,And nature hides her face while they're sweeing in their chainsAnd in a silent murmuring complains. Here was commons for their hills, where they seek for freedom still,Though every common's gone and though traps are set to killThe little homeless miners--O it turns my bosom chillWhen I think of old Sneap Green, Puddock's Nook and Hilly Snow,Where bramble bushes grew and the daisy gemmed in dewAnd the hills of silken grass like to cushions to the view,Where we threw the pismire crumbs when we'd nothing else to do,All levelled like a desert by the never weary plough,All banished like the sun where that cloud is passing nowAnd settled here for ever on its brow. O I never thought that joys would run away from boys,Or that boys would change their minds and forsake such summer joys;But alack I never dreamed that the world had other toysTo petrify first feelings like the fable into stone,Till I found the pleasure past and a winter come at last,Then the fields were sudden bare and the sky got overcastAnd boyhood's pleasing haunt like a blossom in the blastWas shrivelled to a withered weed and trampled down and done,Till vanished was the morning spring and set the summer sunAnd winter fought her battle strife and won. By Langley Bush I roam, but the bush hath left its hill,On Cowper Green I stray, tis a desert strange and chill,And the spreading Lea Close oak, ere decay had penned its will,To the axe of the spoiler and self-interest fell a prey,And Crossberry Way and old Round Oak's narrow laneWith its hollow trees like pulpits I shall never see again,Enclosure like a Buonaparte let not a thing remain,It levelled every bush and tree and levelled every hillAnd hung the moles for traitors--though the brook is running stillIt runs a sicker brook, cold and chill. O had I known as then joy had left the paths of men,I had watched her night and day, be sure, and never slept agen,And when she turned to go, O I'd caught her mantle then,And wooed her like a lover by my lonely side to stay;Ay, knelt and worshipped on, as love in beauty's bower,And clung upon her smiles as a bee upon a flower,And gave her heart my posies, all cropt in a sunny hour,As keepsakes and pledges all to never fade away;But love never heeded to treasure up the may,So it went the common road to decay.
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