land paint walk

picnic lovers

And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine,
Green cowbind and the moon-light coloured may,
And cherry blossoms, and white cups whose wine
Was the bright dew, yet drained not by the day:
Wild roses, and ivy serpentine,
With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray:
And flowers azure, black and streaked with gold,
Fairer than any wakened eyes behold.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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