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Nature Notes: 
THE SELBORNE SOCIETT'S MAGAZINE. 
No. 226. OCTOBER, 1908. Vol. XIX. 
WOODLAND PICTURES. 
Peeps of full many a woodland scene, 
Pictures long buried within my heart, 
In memory’s caverns keep evergreen. 
Water’d by tears as the days depart. 
Haunts of fairies and dryads fair. 
Wood and water and sylvan song. 
In spirit I seem to be ever there, 
In dreams of the sleep-time, and all day long. 
Ah yes ! To me they have holy grown. 
These dim retreats to the poet dear. 
Where the iris her golden flag has flown, 
Down by the silent lonely mere ; 
Dark green nooks where the roses sway 
White and red in a tender gloom, 
Rillets clear fretting the ferns all day. 
Under the loose strife’s golden bloom. 
Columbines tall on an islet lone. 
Shaking their exquisite purple bells. 
Mulleins white that are all my own. 
Crowning the slopes where the rock-rose dwells ! 
Orchises raising a slender spire. 
Mocking the spider, and bee, and fly, 
Asphodel setting the bogs afire. 
Marigolds’ “ Golden Galaxy !” 
Yes ! For me it is sacred ground, 
Where these treasures of Flora grow. 
Will they miss me when sleep profound 
Seals these eyes that are now aglow ? 
When cold in death do these warm limbs lie. 
And all my rovings are over here. 
Will ever a zephyr breathe one sigh ? 
Will ever the eglantine drop one tear ? 
Karsfield, Torquay. F. B. Doveton. 
