We had a pleasant walk to-day,
Over the meadows and far away;
Across the bridge by the water-mill,
By the green wood-side, and up the hill;
And if you listen to what I say,
I well tell you what we saw today.
Amid a hedge, where the first fresh leaves
Were peeping forth, so green and sly,
Where dasies opened to the sun,
In a broad meadow, green and white,
The lambs were racing eagerly;
We never saw a prettier sight.
We saw the yellow wall-flower wave
Upon a moldering castle wall;
And then we watched the busy rooks
Among the ancient elm-trees tall.
And leaning from the old stone bridge,
Below, we saw our shadows lie;
And through the gloomy arches watched
The swift and fearless swallows fly.
We heard the speckled-breasted lark,
as it sang somewhere out of sight;
And tried to find it, but the sky
Was filled with clouds of dazzling light.
We saw young rabbits near the wood,
We heard a pheasant's wings go "whir;"
And then we saw a squirrel leap
From an old oak-tree to a fir.
Were I to tell you all we saw,
I'm sure that it would take me hours:
For hill and meadow were alive
With bees, and birds, and buds, and
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