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FOR THERE'S BISHOP'S TEIGN
by John Keats
I. -
For there's Bishop's teign
And King's teign
And Coomb at the clear Teign head-
Where close by the stream
You may have your cream
All spread upon barley bread. -
II. -
There's Arch Brook
And there's Larch Brook
Both turning many a mill
And cooling the drouth
Of the salmon's mouth
And fattening his silver gill. -
III. -
There is Wild Wood
A mild hood
To the sheep on the lea o' the down
Where the golden furze
With its greenthin spurs
Doth catch at the maiden's gown. -
IV. -
There is Newton Marsh
With its spear grass harsh-
A pleasant summer level
Where the maidens sweet
Of the Market Street
Do meet in the dusk to revel. -
V. -
There's the Barton rich
With dyke and ditch
And hedge for the thrush to live in
And the hollow tree
For the buzzing bee
And a bank for the wasp to hive in. -
VI. -
And Oand
The daisies blow
And the primroses are waken'd
And violets white
Sit in silver plight
And the green bud's as long as the spike end. -
VII. -
Then who would go
Into dark Soho
And chatter with dack'd-hair'd critics
When he can stay
For the new-mown hay
And startle the dappled prickets? - -
THE END