Just as the even bell rung we set out
To wander the fields & the meadows about
& the first thing we markt that was lovly to view
Was the sun hung on nothing & bidding adieu
He seemd like a ball of pure gold in the west
In a cloud like a mountain blue dropping to rest
The old meadow lake floodwashed and crookd
The fish-ring wavering in the clear Ive looked
In rapture on the mellow summer shine
Of the still water gleaming in the sun
Just wrinkled by the plash of quiet kine
Who knee-deep in the flags would drink—and done
Clare and the poisonous ragwort, home to the cinnabar moth caterpillar.
Brown butterflyes in happy quiet rest
Upon the blooming ragworts golden breast
Giving unto the mind a sweet employ
That everything in nature meets with joy
Ah sweet indeed for trifles such as these
Full often give my aching bosom ease
Hedge-sparrows in the bush cry ‘tweet’
O'er nests larks winnow in the wheat
Till the sun turns gold and gets more high
& paths are clean & grass gets dry
& longest shadows pass away
& brightness is the blaze of day
There is music without ere a bird
There is bloom without ere a flower
For eolean winds we oft' have heard
& the grass blooms fresher every hour
The very rushes seem as flowers
That nod above the marshy grass
Through which the winds in summer hours
Whistle & winnow as they pass
Do wild flowers love I think they do
& often stooping down
I hear them talk to shower and dew
On many a lovely mound
I often see thy fairy form
In springs bee singing hours
Light stepping on in fancy warm
As love among the flowers
The hare that haunts the fallow grounds
& round the common feeds
The fox that tracks the woodland bounds
& in the thicket breeds
These are the neighbours were we dwell
& all the guests we see
That share & love the quiet well
Of gipsey liberty
Perhaps the heart structures were strategically placed here to prevent lovers from hanging locks on the historic pontoon bridge of Willemstad, Curacao. If so, it seems to have worked.
The spring has brought its blessing love
& daiseys deck the lea
Both green & grove is dressing love
In sweetest smiles for thee
I view your beauty sleeping love
So sweet & innoscent
& if your sleep Im breaking love
Wi but a harmless kiss
Lets hope ye wornt at waking love
(Just a fragment)