Immalee
I gather thyme upon the sunny hills,
And its pure fragrance ever gladdens me,
And in my mind having tranquillity
I smile to see how my green basket fills.
By clear streams I gather daffodils;
In dim woods find out the cherry-tree,
And take its fruit and the wild strawberry,
nuts and honey; and live free from ills.
I dwell on the green earth, neath the blue sky,
Birds are my friends, and leaves my rustling roof:
See the wild deer, and hail its hastening hoof;
The squirrels sit perked as I pass them by,
And even the watchful hawk sits not aloof.
by Christina Rossetti
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