This poem was first published in Poems in Wiltshire (1911).
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Down by Sevenhampton's waving fields there flows
   A gentle-minded stream with steady motion,
That underneath the emerald-tinted boughs
   Strives toward the drifting ocean.

Blue with forget-me-nots its banks appear,
   And fragrant meadow-sweet and hawthorn bushes,
The lovely golden iris blossoms here
   And many-flowering rushes.

On either side the spacious meads are spread
   With luscious grasses, earth's warm-scented pillow;
The silver poplar whispers overhead
   Down to the rustling willow.

The broad wide margin, rich with varied glow,
   With starry daises strown, and golden patches,
Waves in the atmosphere and faints below
   The weather-beaten hatches.

The bright marsh marigold, opening to the sun
   Its large full radiance, dispelling shadows,
Passes the glorious wealth of beauty on
   To the imperials meadows.

The purple cranesbill and the oxeye bloom,
   Wild ragged robin here and golden rattle;
The sweet herb-willow breathes a rich perfume
   To the water's merry prattle.

Dear winding river, companion of my thought,
   Whose flowery banks have shared my exaltation,
And now my years are with some sadness fraught,
   Dost pity my vexation;

Long may'st thou wander under sun and shade
   And dream thy hours away in ease and leisure!
May all thy summer flowers be re-arrayed
   In full, unstinted measure!

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