Morning mist over Chagford, Devon - If you wish to use my photos please attribute this blog |
[cont.] "...The leech disturbed is newly risen,
Quite to the summit of his prison ;
The whirling winds the dust obeys,
And in the rapid eddies plays.
Quite to the summit of his prison ;
The whirling winds the dust obeys,
And in the rapid eddies plays.
My dog, so altered is his taste,
Quits mutton bones, on grass to feast ;
And see yon rooks, how odd their flight,
They imitate the gliding kite,
Or seem precipitate to fall,
As if they felt the piercing ball.
'Twill surely rain ! I see with sorrow,
Our jaunt must be put off to-morrow.
From an Almanac published 1844.
Hewet 1900
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