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Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my Orchard-seat! And Flowers and Birds once more to greet,
My last year's Friends together.
One have I marked, the happiest Guest
Thou, Linnet! in thy green array,
While Birds, and Butterflies, and Flowers
Art sole in thy employment
Upon yon tuft of hazel trees,
Yet seeming still to hover;
That cover him all over.
While thus before my eyes he gleams, A Brother of the Leaves he seems; When in a moment forth he teems
His little song in gushes: As if it pleased him to disdain The voiceless Form he chose to feign, While he was dancing with the train
Of Leaves among the bushes.
V. TO THE SMALL CELANDINE.*
Pansies, Lilies, Kingcups, Daisies,
Eyes of some men travel far
* Common Pilewort.
Modest, yet withal an Elf
Ere a leaf is on a bush,
Poets, vain men in their mood!