41. The Countryside
Deep into the wood where the bluebells grow
Next to them the wild garlic will show
An old oak creeks with a century of age
With brand new shoots and the sun they crave
Deep into the wood where the bluebells grow
Next to them the wild garlic will show
An old oak creeks with a century of age
With brand new shoots and the sun they crave
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Irregular at every post,
Every ridge and every fold,
The contour of every coast,
There is beauty to behold.
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I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.
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Last night we saw the sunlight fall
Beyond the gate and old stone wall,
And brighten on the stocks of wheat,
Ripe after days of brooding heat;
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I went to see a waterfall
When days were dull of song.
And to its jubilant wild voice
I listened deep and long.

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A dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets