Christina Rossetti - Immalee lyrics

I gather thyme upon the sunny hills, And its pure fragrance ever gladdens me, And in my mind having tranquillity I smile to see how my green basket fills. And by clear streams I gather daffodils; And in dim woods find out the cherry-tree, And take its fruit and the wild strawberry And nuts and honey; and live free from ills. I dwell on the green earth, 'neath the blue sky, Birds are my friends, and leaves my rustling roof: The deer are not afraid of me, and I Hear the wild goat, and hail its hastening hoof; The squirrels sit perked as I pa** them by, And even the watchful hare stands not aloof.