A Country Legacy

Gold-headed rose for bees to sup,
And vetch and varnished buttercup,
And hemlock, with its hollow stalk, are up.

Blue speedwell lovely as the dew
And old brown-headed plantains too—
Before I knew myself, these friends I knew.

O child to be, though my life ends
And change or chance your spirit rends,
With the same faces, these will be your friends.
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