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Now eve's hours hot noon succeed	A
And day's herald wing'd with speed	A
Flush'd with summer's ruddy face	B
Hies to light some cooler place	B
Now industry her hand has dropt	A
And the din of labour's stopt	A
All is silent free from care	C
The welcome boon of night to share	C
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Pleas'd I wander from the town	D
Pester'd by the selfish clown	D
Whose talk though spun the night about	A
Hogs cows and horses spin it out	A
Far from these so low so vain	E
Glad I wind me down the lane	E
Where a deeper gloom pervades	F
'Tween the hedges' narrow shades	F
Where a mimic night hour spreads	G
'Neath the ash grove's meeting heads	G
Onward then I glad proceed	A
Where the insect and the weed	A
Court my eye as I pursue	H
Something curious worthy view	H
Chiefly though my wanderings bend	A
Where the groves of ashes end	A
And their ceasing lights the scene	I
O thy lov'd prospect Cowper Green	I
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Though no rills with sandy sweep	J
Down thy shaggy borders creep	J
Save as when thy rut gull'd lanes	K
Run little brooks with hasty rains	K
Though no yellow plains allow	L
Food on thee for sheep or cow	L
Where on list'ning ears so sweet	A
Fall the mellow low and bleat	A
Greeting on eve's dewy gale	M
Resting fold and milking pail	M
Though not these adorn thy scene	I
Still I love thee Cowper Green	I
Some may praise the grass plat whims	N
Which the gard'ner weekly trims	N
And cut hedge and lawn adore	O
Which his shears have smoothen'd o'er	P
But give me to ponder still	Q
Nature when she blooms at will	Q
In her kindred taste and joy	R
Wildness and variety	A
Where the furze has leave to wreathe	S
Its dark prickles o'er the heath	S
Where the grey grown hawthorns spread	A
Foliag'd houses o'er one's head	A
By the spoiling ax untouch'd	A
Where the oak tree gnarl'd and notch'd	A
Lifts its deep moss'd furrow'd side	A
In nature's grandeur nature's pride	A
Such is still my favour'd scene	I
When I seek thee Cowper Green	I
And full pleas'd would nature's child	A
Wander o'er thy narrow wild	A
Marking well thy shaggy head	A
Where uncheck'd the brambles spread	A
Where the thistle meets the sight	A
With its down head cotton white	A
And the nettle keen to view	H
And hemlock with its gloomy hue	H
Where the henbane too finds room	T
For its sickly stinking bloom	T
And full many a nameless weed	A
Neglected left to run to seed	A
Seen but with disgust by those	U
Who judge a blossom by the nose	U
Wildness is my suiting scene	I
So I seek thee Cowper Green	I
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Still thou ought'st to have thy meed	A
To show thy flower as well as weed	A
Though no fays from May day's lap	V
Cowslips on thee care to drop	W
Still does nature yearly bring	X
Fairest heralds of the spring	X
On thy wood's warm sunny side	A
Primrose blooms in all its pride	A
Violets carpet all thy bowers	Y
And anemone's weeping flowers	Y
Dyed in winter's snow and rime	T
Constant to their early time	T
White the leaf strewn ground again	Z
And make each wood a garden then	Z
Thine's full many a pleasing bloom	T
Of blossoms lost to all perfume	T
Thine the dandelion flowers	Y
Gilt with dew like suns with showers	Y
Hare bells thine and bugles blue	H
And cuckoo flowers all sweet to view	H
Thy wild woad on each road we see	A
And medicinal betony	Z
By thy woodside railing reeves	A2
With antique mullein's flannel leaves	A2
These though mean the flowers of waste	A
Planted here in nature's haste	A
Display to the discerning eye	B2
Her loved wild variety	A
Each has charms in nature's book	C2
I cannot pass without a look	C2
And thou hast fragrant herbs and seed	A
Which only garden's culture need	A
Thy horehound tufts I love them well	D2
And ploughman's spikenard's spicy smell	D2
Thy thyme strong scented 'neath one's feet	A
Thy marjoram beds so doubly sweet	A
And pennyroyals creeping twine	Z
These each succeeding each are thine	Z
Spreading o'er thee wild and gay	E2
Blessing spring or summer's day	E2
As herb flower weed adorn thy scene	Z
Pleas'd I seek thee Cowper Green	Z
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And I oft zigzag me round	A
Thy uneven heathy ground	A
Here a knoll and there a scoop	F2
Jostling down and clambering up	G2
Which the sandman's delving spade	A
And the pitman's pix have made	A
Though many a year has o'er thee roll'd	A
Since the grass first hid the mold	A
And many a hole has delv'd thee still	Q
Since peace cloth'd each mimic hill	Q
Where the pitmen often find	A
Antique coins of various kind	A
And 'neath many a loosen'd block	H2
Unlid coffins in the rock	H2
Casting up the skull and bone	Z
Heedless as one hurls a stone	Z
Not a thought of battles by	B2
Bloody times of chivalry	A
When each country's kingly lord	A
'Gainst his neighbour drew his sword	A
And on many a hidden scene	Z
Now a hamlet field or green	Z
Waged his little bloody fight	A
To keep his freedom and his right	A
And doubtless such was once the scene	Z
Of thee time shrouded Cowper Green	Z
O how I love a glimpse to see	A
Of hoary bald antiquity	A
And often in my musings sigh	B2
Where'er such relics meet my eye	B2
To think that history's early page	I2
Should yield to black oblivion's rage	I2
And e'en without a mention made	A
Resign them to his deadly shade	A
Leaving conjecture but to pause	J2
That such and such might be the cause	K2
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'Tis sweet the fragments to explore	O
Time's so kind to keep in store	O
Wrecks the cow boy often meets	L2
On the mole hills' thymy seats	L2
When by careless pulling weeds	M2
Chance unbares the shining beads	M2
That to tasteful minds display	E2
Relics of the Druid day	E2
Opening on conjecturing eyes	N2
Some lone hermit's paradise	O2
Doubtless oft as here it might	A
Where such relics meet the sight	A
On that self same spot of ground	A
Where the cowboy's beads are found	A
Hermits fled from worldly care	C
May have moss'd a cottage there	C
Liv'd on herbs that there abound	A
Food and physic doubly found	A
Herbs that have existence still	Q
In every vale on every hill	Q
Whose virtues only in them died	A
As rural life gave way to pride	A
Doubtless too oblivion's blot	A
Blacks some sacred lonely spot	A
As Cowper Green in thee it may	E2
That once was thine in later day	E2
Thou mightst hide thy pilgrim then	Z
From the plague of worldly men	Z
Thou mightst here possess thy cells	P2
Wholesome herbs and pilgrim wells	P2
And doubtlessly this very seat	A
This thyme capt hill beneath one's feet	A
Might be or nearly so the spot	A
On which arose his lonely cot	A
And on that existing bank	Q2
Clothed in its sedges rank	Q2
Grass might grow and mosses spread	A
That thatch'd his roof and made his bed	A
Yes such might be and such l love	R2
To think and fancy as I rove	S2
O'er thy wood encircled hill	Q
Like a world shunning pilgrim still	Q
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Now the dew mists faster fall	T2
And the night her gloomy pall	U2
Black'ning flings 'tween earth and sky	B2
Hiding all things from the eye	B2
Nor broken seam nor thin spun screen	Z
The moon can find to peep between	Z
Now thy unmolested grass	V2
Untouch'd even by the ass	V2
Spindled up its destin'd height	A
Far too sour for sheep to bite	A
Drooping hangs each feeble joint	A
With a glass nob on its point	A
Fancy now shall leave the scene	Z
And bid good night to Cowper Green	Z