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The bank with brambles overspread & little molehills round about it Was more to me than laurel shades With paths of gravel finely clouted & streaking here & streaking there Through shaven grass & many a border With rutty lanes had no compare & heaths were in a richer order But Poesy is on the wane I hardly know her face again #poetry #environment #honesty Comments welcome below