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Alfred Austin - "Here have I learnt the little that I know"
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Here have I learnt the little that I know,
 Here where in these untutored woodland ways
 The primrose, all unconscious of our praise,
 Dimpled the dainty coverlet of the snow,
 March`s first—born, and, still averse to go,
 Though drowsy—lidded, dallies and delays
 When, dawning through the bluebell`s heavenly haze,
 June into full mid—summer broadeneth slow.
 Forgive me, friend, if these mean more to me,
 Imbue my being with a deeper lore,
 Come nearer to my heart, instruct me more
 In what I am and what I fain would be,
 Even than Sabine summit, Oscan shore,
 Or Tiber curving tawnily to the sea.`
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