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When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares And all that irked him in his bound employ, Once more become a vagrom-hearted boy, He moves to roundelays and jocund airs; Loitering with dusty harvestmen, he shares Old ale and sunshine; or, with maids half-coy, Pays court to shadows; fools himself with joy, Shaking a leg at junketings and fairs.
Sometimes, returning down his breezy miles, A snatch of wayward April he will bring, Piping the daffodilly that beguiles Foolhardy lovers in the surge of spring. And then once more by lanes and field-path stiles Up the green world he wanders like a king.
Siegfried Sassoon
Read poems about / on: april, sunshine, sometimes, spring, green, joy, world
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