\nSa\u2019n bytsje hoecht it Gers te dwaan,
\nIn Kring fan sljochtwei Grien -
\nOars net as Flinters koestering jaan
\nEn Bijen wat fertier -<\/p>\n
En soeie, deis, op leaflik l\u00fbd
\nDat l\u00e2nsdriuwt op \u2019e Wyn
\nEn b\u00fbge nei de wr\u00e2ld r\u00fbnom,
\nOp skoat de Sinneskyn,<\/p>\n
En nachts Daudrippen riuwe ta
\nIn Pearelstring sa moai
\nDat sels in Hertoginne
\nFeal \u00f4fstekt by dy toai,<\/p>\n
En oergean, sels as it ferstjert,
\nYn swietrook - like fyn
\nAs speserij, te sliepen lein -
\nOf Nardus dy\u2019t ferkwynt -<\/p>\n
Dan wenje yn Skuorren Soeverein
\nEn dreame, \u2019t einet nea,
\nSa\u2019n bytsje hoecht it Gers te dwaan,
\nAch, wie Ik mar wat Hea -<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The Grass so little has to do,
\nA Sphere of simple Green -
\nWith only Butterflies, to brood,
\nAnd Bees, to entertain -<\/p>\n
And stir all day to pretty tunes
\nThe Breezes fetch along,
\nAnd hold the Sunshine, in it\u2019s lap
\nAnd bow to everything,<\/p>\n
And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearl,
\nAnd make itself so fine
\nA Duchess, were too common
\nFor such a noticing,<\/p>\n
And even when it die, to pass
\nIn odors so divine -
\nAs lowly spices, laid to sleep -
\nOr Spikenards perishing -<\/p>\n
And then to dwell in Sovreign Barns,
\nAnd dream the Days away,
\nThe Grass so little has to do,
\nI wish I were a Hay -<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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Sa\u2019n bytsje hoecht it Gers te dwaan, In Kring fan sljochtwei Grien - Oars net as Flinters koestering jaan En Bijen wat fertier - En soeie, deis, op leaflik l\u00fbd Dat l\u00e2nsdriuwt op \u2019e Wyn En b\u00fbge nei de … Fierder l\u00eaze