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Robert Graves - Fox`s Dingle
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    Take now a country mood,
        Resolve, distil it: —
    Nine Acre swaying alive,
         June flowers that fill it,

    Spicy sweet-briar bush,
         The uneasy wren
    Fluttering from ash to birch
         And back again.

    Milkwort on its low stem,
         Spread hawthorn tree,
    Sunlight patching the wood,
         A hive-bound bee....

    Girls riding nim-nim-nim,
         Ladies, trot-trot,
    Gentlemen hard at gallop,
         Shouting, steam-hot.

    Now over the rough turf
         Bridles go jingle,
    And there`s a well-loved pool,
         By Fox`s Dingle,

    Where Sweetheart, my brown mare,
         Old Glory`s daughter,
    May loll her leathern tongue
         In snow-cool water.
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