The wood mans axe renews its hollow stroke
& barkmens noises in the woods awake
Ripping the staind bark from the fallen oak
Were crimpld fox fern & the branching braike
Fade neath their crushing feet the timid hare
Starts from its mossy root or sedgy seat
& listning foxes leave their startld lare
& to some black thorns spinny makes retreat
Hay makers wi their shoulderd rakes sojourn
To hedgey closes & amid the wheat
The schoolboy runs while pleasures thickly burn
Around his heart to crop corn bottle flowers
Scaring the partridge from its quiet bourn
That hides for shelter from the summer hours
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