Take now a country mood, <br />Resolve, distil it: — <br />Nine Acre swaying alive, <br />June flowers that fill it, <br /> <br />Spicy sweet-briar bush, <br />The uneasy wren <br />Fluttering from ash to birch <br />And back again. <br /> <br />Milkwort on its low stem, <br />Spread hawthorn tree, <br />Sunlight patching the wood, <br />A hive-bound bee.... <br /> <br />Girls riding nim-nim-nim, <br />Ladies, trot-trot, <br />Gentlemen hard at gallop, <br />Shouting, steam-hot. <br /> <br />Now over the rough turf <br />Bridles go jingle, <br />And there's a well-loved pool, <br />By Fox's Dingle, <br /> <br />Where Sweetheart, my brown mare, <br />Old Glory's daughter, <br />May loll her leathern tongue <br />In snow-cool water.<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fox-s-dingle/
