Summer Morning - A poem
by Thomas Miller
A cottage girl trips by with side-long look,
Steadying the little basket on her head;
And where a plank bridges the narrow brook
She stops, to see her fair form shadowèd.
The stream reflects her cloak of russet red;
Below she sees the trees and deep-blue sky,
The flowers which downward look in that clear bed,
The very birds which o’er its brightness fly:—
She parts her loose-blown hair, then wondering passes by.
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