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/ Ah, God! were I away, away, / By woodland-belted hills! / There might be more in Thy bright day / Than my poor spirit thrills.
/ The elder coppice, banks of blooms, / The spice-wood brush, the field / Of tumbled clover, and perfumes / Hot, weedy pastures yield.
/ The old rail-fence whose angles hold / Bright briar and sassafras, / Sweet priceless wild flowers blue and gold / Starred through the moss and grass.
/ The ragged path that winds unto / Lone cow-behaunted nooks, / Through brambles to the shade and dew / Of rocks and woody brooks.
/ To see the minnows turn and gleam / White sparkling bellies, all / Shoot in gray schools adown the stream / Let but a dead leaf fall.
/ The buoyant pleasure and delight / Of floating feathered seeds. / Capricious wanderers soft and white / Born of silk-bearing weeds.
/ Ah, God! were I away, away, / Among wild woods and birds! / There were more soul within Thy day / Than one might bless with words.