There were three in the meadow by the brook,
Gathering up windrows, piling haycocks up,
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Thus of old the Douglas did:
He left his land as he was bid
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We chanced in passing by that afternoon
To catch it in a sort of special picture
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The mountain held the town as in a shadow
I saw so much before I slept there once:
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A plow, they say, to plow the snow.
They cannot mean to plant it, no --
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For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
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OH, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves,
As reckless as the best of them to-night,
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The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn
Under the hand of the village barber,
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He is said to have been the last Red man
In Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed--
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There overtook me and drew me in
To his down-hill, early-morning stride,
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The bear puts both arms around the tree above her
And draws it down as if it were a lover
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When I was young, we dwelt in a vale
By a misty fen that rang all night,
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Come with rain. O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
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The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest
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A lantern light from deeper in the barn
Shone on a man and woman in the door
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One misty evening, one another's guide,
We two were groping down a Malvern side
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Here come the line-gang pioneering by,
They throw a forest down less cut than broken.
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From where I lingered in a lull in march
outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
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Pan came out of the woods one day,--
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
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A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
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Even the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surprise
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Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
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It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
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`You know Orion always comes up sideways.
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
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Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
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If tires of trees I seek again mankind,
Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn,
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Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
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We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
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What things for dream there are when spectre-like,
Moving among tall haycocks lightly piled,
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Two fairies it was
On a still summer day
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