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I ENTER a daisy-and-buttercup land, / And thence thread a jungle of grass: / Hurdles and stiles scarce visible stand / Above the lush stems as I pass.
Hedges peer over, and try to be seen, / And seem to reveal a dim sense / That amid such ambitious and elbow-high green / They make a mean show as a fence.
Elsewhere the mead is possessed of the neats, / That range not greatly above / The rich rank thicket which brushes their teats, / And _her_ gown, as she waits for her Love.