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Wildlings — Threads and Tuneage
Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, ’tis true; Yet, wildings of nature! I dote upon you, For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teemed around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladdened my sight Like treasures of silver and gold. I love you for lulling me back