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The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside

ER is come, with her leaves and her flowers— Summer is come, with the sun on her hours;

The lark in the clouds, and the thrush on the bough,

And the dove in the thicket, make melody now.

The noon is abroad, but the shadows are

Where the green rushes grow in the dark forest pool.

We seek not the hedges where violets blow,

There alone in the twilight of ev'ning we go;

They are love-tokens offered, when heavy with dew,

To a lip yet more fragrant—an eye yet more blue.

But leave them alone to their summer-soft dream—We seek the green rushes that grow by the stream.

Away from the meadow, although the long

Be filled with young flowers that smile as we pass;

Where the bird's eye is bright as the sapphires that

When the hand of a beauty is decked from the mine.

We want not their gems, and we want not their flowers.

But we seek the green rush in the dark forest bowers.

The cowslip is ringing its fairy-like chime,

Sweet bells, by whose music Titania keeps time;

The rose-bush is covered with cups that

Their petals that tremble in delicate gold.

But we seek not their blossoms in garlands to blend,

We seek the green rush where the willow-trees bend.

The green rush, the green rush, we bear it

To the church of our village with triumph and song;

We strew the cold chancel, and kneel on it there,

While its fresh odours rise with our voices in prayer.

Hark the peal from the old tower in praise of it rings,

Let us seek the green rush by the deep woodland springs.

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Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (14 August 1802 – 15 October 1838) was an English poet and novelist, better known by her initials L.E.L.
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