Sonnet: River Banks

River Banks

How pleasant are the windings of the river
In the delightful mornings of the may
Changing at every turn as 'twould for ever
Be something fresh to pleasure those who stray
By the green banks of waters day by day
From toil or pleasure—how the mind reposes
On the wild flowers blooming to the spray
On the rivers banks—shining primroses
Even more bright than morn's first ray
Daiseys—and wind flowers—and no end of posies
Keep looking in the water all the way
And woodbines blooming round the wild dog-roses
How beautiful they blossom and how gay
They look to travellers by its sides in may.
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