OF RICHARD JEFFERIES 



we gathered in June, the first wheat-ear 

 we plucked as the green corn filled. 

 Other events go by and are forgotten, 

 and even the details of our own lives, 

 so immensely important to us at the 

 moment, in time fade from the memory 

 till the date we fancied we should never 

 forget has to be sought in a diary. 

 But the year is always with us; the 

 months are familiar always; they have 

 never gone by.—' Nature near London ' : 

 A London Trout. 



HOW swiftly the much-desired 

 summer comes upon us! Even 

 with the reapers at work be- 

 fore one it is difficult to realise that it 

 has not only come, but will soon be 

 passing away. Sweet summer is but 

 just long enough for the happy loves 

 of the larks.—' Nature near London ' : 

 Wheatfields. 



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