Wild StrawberriesStrawberries that in gardens growAre plump and juicy fine,But sweeter far as wise men knowSpring from the woodland vine.No need for bowl or silver spoon,Sugar or spice or cream,Has the wild berry plucked in JuneBeside the trickling stream.One such to melt at the tongue's root,Confounding taste with scent,Beats a full peck of garden fruit:Which points my argument.May sudden justice overtakeAnd snap the froward pen,That old and palsied poets shakeAgainst the… [read post]