"I never wholly feel that summer is high, However green the trees, or loud the birds, However movelessly eye-winking herds Stand in field ponds, or under large trees lie, Till I do climb all cultured pastures by, That hedged by hedgerows studiously fretted trim, Smile like a lady’s face with lace laced prim, And on some moor or hill that seeks the sky Lonely and nakedly,—utterly lie down, And feel the sunshine throbbing on body and limb, My drowsy brain in pleasant drunkenness swim, Each rising thought sink back and dreamily drown, Smiles creep o’er my face, and smother my lips, and cloy, Each muscle sink to itself, and separately enjoy."
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Ebenezer Jones
(20 January 1820 – 14 September 1860) was an English poet. He wrote a good deal of poetry of very unequal merit, but at his best shows a true poetic vein. He was befriended by Browning and Rossetti.
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