All.

De Saedeleer, Paysage à Etikhove, 1931

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I love the jocund dance, 

The softly breathing song, 

Where innocent eyes do glance,

And where lisps the maiden's tongue.  

I love the laughing vale, 

I love the echoing hills, 

Where mirth does never fail, 

And the jolly swain laughs his fill. 

I love the pleasant cot,

I love the innocent bow'r,

Where white and brown is our lot,

Or fruit in the midday hour. 

I love the oaken seat,

Beneath the oaken tree,

Where all the old villagers meet,

And laugh our sports to see. 

I love our neighbors all,

But Kitty, I better love thee;

And love them I ever shall;

But thou art all to me.

William Blake