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"Foliage"

Random Poetry List LXIX

Come forth, and let us through our hearts receive
The joy of verdure!—see, the honeyed lime
Showers cool green light o'er banks where wild-flowers weave
Thick tapestry; and woodbine tendrils climb
Up the brown oak from buds of moss and thyme.
The rich deep masses of the sycamore
Hang heavy with the fullness of their prime,
And the white poplar, from its foliage hoar,
Scatters forth gleams like moonlight, with each gale
That sweeps the boughs:—the chestnut flowers are past,
The crowning glories of the hawthorn fail,
But arches of sweet eglantine are cast
From every hedge:—Oh! never may we lose
Dear friend! our fresh delight in simplest nature's hues!

Felicia Hemans (British, 1793-1835)

Originally e-mailed on Saturday, August 26, 2000 @ 3:15 PM.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Sat. 08/26/06 08:11:40 AM
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