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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
 
W. Wordsworth
 
CCXLII. The Green Linnet
 
BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed 
Their snow-white blossoms on my head, 
With brightest sunshine round me spread 
  Of Spring's unclouded weather, 
In this sequester'd nook how sweet         5
To sit upon my orchard-seat, 
And flowers and birds once more to greet, 
  My last year's friends together! 
  
One have I mark'd, the happiest guest 
In all this covert of the blest:—  10
Hail to thee, far above the rest 
  In joy of voice and pinion! 
Thou, Linnet! in thy green array 
Presiding spirit here to-day 
Dost lead the revels of the May;  15
  And this is thy dominion. 
  
While birds, and butterflies, and flowers, 
Make all one band of paramours, 
Thou, ranging up and down the bowers, 
  Art sole in thy employment;  20
A life, a presence like the air, 
Scattering thy gladness without care, 
Too blest with any one to pair, 
  Thyself thy own enjoyment. 
  
Amid yon tuft of hazel trees  25
That twinkle to the gusty breeze, 
Behold him perch'd in ecstasies 
  Yet seeming still to hover;— 
There! where the flutter of his wings 
Upon his back and body flings  30
Shadows and sunny glimmerings, 
  That cover him all over. 
  
My dazzled sight he oft deceives— 
A brother of the dancing leaves; 
Then flits, and from the cottage-eaves  35
  Pours forth his song in gushes; 
As if by that exulting strain 
He mock'd and treated with disdain 
The voiceless form he chose to feign, 
While fluttering in the bushes.  40
 
 
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