"A cloudless sky; a world of heather,
Purple of foxglove; yellow of broom
We two among it, wading together
Shaking out honey, treading perfume.
Crowds of bees are giddy with clover,
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,
Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet."
Jean Ingelow
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