A Summer Morning

The may is on the hedges white as snow
Or maidens dresses on a sabbath noon
& flowers by thousands neath their shadows grow
Blue bell & cuckoo—now awakend soon
The maiden trips along the patchy lane
& crosses with ease the lessend brook alone
Were in the winter floods the tender swain
Held out his hand to guide from stone to stone
The hus wife hastens neath the gleaming sun
Wi watering pan to sprinkle when it needs
The bleaching cloth which her own fingers spun
Stretchd on the orchard sward in whiting sneeds
The childern on birdnesting journeys run
To stain their summer bliss wi evil deeds
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