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kind. He began this morning in the hedge­
rows where he gathered the green-bronzed

leaves and twisting tendrils of the briony,
pink and white dog-roses, purple saffron-

eyed woody nightshade, the white dead
nettle, and the sweet-scented wild guelder

rose. Soon a gate took him into a field
where he was knee-deep in mowing grass,

and here indeed was a glorious garden*
Most beautiful was the harmonious blending
of feathery seeding grasses, with crimson

and white clover, large ox-eyed daisies,

golden buttercups, purple - blue meadow
cranesbill, amber yellow-raltle with its fully-
packed seed pods, guinea-golden hawk weed,

1 John “ go-to- bed -at- noon,’ lying asleep

all day, sky-blue germander, orange dappled
birdsfoot trefoil* with its brother, the
dainty hop trefoil, brown-pencilled lilac-laid

orchises, the modest white eye - bright*
maroon-coloured hedge-stachys, pale lemon

cinquefoil, blue bugles, and the specked
white plumes of the wild-beak parsley. Of

all these, and many more, Fairbrass gathered