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.
Fox's Dingle
Robert Graves
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Poem topics: daughter, june, snow, tree, water, sweet, tongue, brown, country, hard, mood, cool, spicy, bound, sunlight, spread, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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