If it were only still!—
With far away the shrill
Crying of a ****
Or the shaken bell
From a cow’s throat
Moving through the bushes;
Or the soft shock
Of wizened apples falling
From an old tree
In a forgotten orchard
Upon the hilly rock!
Oh, grey hill,
Where the grazing herd
Licks the purple blossom,
Crops the spiky ****
Oh, stony pasture,
Where the tall mullein
Stands up so sturdy
On its little seed!
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If it were only still!—
With far away the shrill
Crying of a ****
Or the shaken bell
From a cow’s throat
Moving through the bushes;
Or the soft shock
Of wizened apples falling
From an old tree
In a forgotten orchard
Upon the hilly rock!
Oh, grey hill,
Where the grazing herd
Licks the purple blossom,
Crops the spiky ****
Oh, stony pasture,
Where the tall mullein
Stands up so sturdy
On its little seed!
1892 - 1950/Female/American