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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - The Poplar Field
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"The poplars are fell`d: farewell to the shade,
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade;
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. 

"Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a view
Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew;
And now in the grass behold they are laid,
And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. 

"The blackbird has fled to another retreat,
Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat,
And the scene where his melody charm`d me before
Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. 

"My fugitive years are all hasting away,
And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,
With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,
Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 

"`Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,
To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;
Tho` his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see,
Have a being less durable even than he."
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