Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Herbert P. Horne b. 1864

Amico Suo

WHEN on my country walks I go,

I never am alone:

Though whom’t were pleasure then to know

Are gone, and you are gone;

From every side discourses flow.

There are rich counsels in the trees,

And converse in the air;

All magic thoughts in those and these

And what is sweet and rare;

And everything that living is.

But most I love the meaner sort,

For they have voices too;

Yet speak with tongues, that never hurt,

As ours are apt to do:

The weeds, the grass, the common wort.