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Low hidden in among the forest trees / An artist's tilted easel, ankle-deep / In tousled ferns and mosses, and in these / A fluffy water-spaniel, half asleep / Beside a sketch-book and a fallen hat -- / A little wicker flask tossed into that.
A sense of utter carelessness and grace / Of pure abandon in the slumb'rous scene, -- / As if the June, all hoydenish of face, / Had romped herself to sleep there on the green, / And brink and sagging bridge and sliding stream / Were just romantic parcels of her dream.