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ROBERT BROWNING
Aught but weeds and waving grasses To view the river as it passes, Save here and there a scanty patch Of primroses too faint to catch A weary bee. ... And scarce it pushes Its gentle way through strangling rushes Where the glossy kingfisher Flutters when noon-heats are near, Glad the shelving banks to shun, Red and steaming in the sun, Where the shrew-mouse with pale throat Burrows, and the speckled stoat; Where the quick sandpipers flit In and out the marl and grit That seems to breed them, brown as they: Naught disturbs its quiet way, Save some lazy stork that springs, Trailing it with legs and wings, Whom the shy fox from the hill Rouses, creep he ne'er so still.
728 Pippa's Song
THE year 's at the spring, And day J s at the morn; Morning J s at seven ; The hill-side 's dcw-pearl'd; The lark 's on the wing; * The snail 's on the thorn ; God 's in His heaven All 's right with the world'