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Courtship in Duddon Wood, Ribchester
My love, come and walk where the Cellandines
The wind is still in her flower;
Feining a petal with sepple-like stars
‘neath the dappleby-shades near the wild apples’ bowers;
Here the ‘nemonae sways for the bells of the blue,
By the napp on the moss that’s the jewel of the dew;
And silver is diamond on the campanae’s hue
And deep in our hearts is the love that is true…
Here’s a band of the gold from the celland’ that shines
To encircle the love for two lovers combined;
Hear a wandering echo…“cuckoo! Cuckoo!”
Why! never that Linnet seems summer to rue?
Thus never I’ll rue the love in my heart
Nor shall beguiling set us apart!
While springtide is swelling the sap in our blood…
Come and stand in its stream in the deeps of the wood,
Dip your quill, then be still, and gaze…upon gaze…
And hear how she lendeth a poet a phrase:
The echo iambic sounds through the wood
Enthralling a poet and his lover in love.