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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A Day in Sussex
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The dove did lend me wings. I fled away
 From the loud world which long had troubled me.
 Oh lightly did I flee when hoyden May
 Threw her wild mantle on the hawthorn tree.
 I left the dusty high road, and my way
 Was through deep meadows, shut with copses fair.
 A choir of thrushes poured its roundelay
 From every hedge and every thicket there.
 Mild, moon--faced kine looked on, where in the grass
 All heaped with flowers I lay, from noon till eve.
 And hares unwitting close to me did pass,
 And still the birds sang, and I could not grieve.
 Oh what a blessed thing that evening was!
 Peace, music, twilight, all that could deceive
 A soul to joy or lull a heart to peace.
 It glimmers yet across whole years like these.
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