'Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!'
from Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth
Composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey,
on revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a
tour. July 13, 1798
Lake District - North West England
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