Like Summer Cushions, For All Guests That Come

"This silken grass, these pleasant flowers in bloom,
Among these tasty molehills that do lie
Like summer cushions, for all guests that come;
Those little feathered folk, that sing and fly
Above these trees, in that so gentle sky,
Where not a cloud dares soil its heavenly light;
And this smooth river softly grieving bye—
All fill mine eyes with so divine a sight,
As makes me sigh that it should e’er be night."

-John Clare

The Clebanoff Strings(1961)
- Quite Village (Baxter)

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