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SONNET: 9 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

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First Line: NOT UNDELIGHTFUL, FRIEND, OUR RUSTIC EASE
Last Line: STANDS, COOLLY BURIED, TO THE NECK IN GREEN.
Subject(s): FORESTS; SPRING; WOODS;
NOT undelightful, friend, our rustic ease
To grateful hearts; for by especial hap
Deep nested in the hill's enormous lap
With its own ring of walls and grove of trees
Sits, in deep shelter, our small cottage -- nor
Far-off is seen rose carpeted and hung
With clematis, the quarry whence she sprung,
@3O mater pulchra filia pulchrior@1.
Whither in early spring, unharnessed folk,
We join the pairing swallows, glad to stay
Where, loosened in the hills, remote, unseen,
From its tall trees, it breathes a slender smoke
To heaven, and in the noon of sultry day
Stands, coolly buried, to the neck in green.



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