Hayrick some do spell thy name,
And thy verse approves the same;
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Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay
Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam,
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I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night;
I went to the window to see the sight;
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Far from the churchyard dig his grave,
On some green mound beside the wave;
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Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
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See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,
And through the Winter neglected lay,
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That which he did not feel, he would not sing;
What most he felt, religion it was to hide
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Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town,
It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down;
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The vast and solemn company of clouds
Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined,
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Amy Margaret's five years old,
Amy Margaret's hair is gold,
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A sunset's mounded cloud;
A diamond evening-star;
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
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The Boy from his bedroom-window
Look'd over the little town,
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In early morning twilight, raw and chill,
Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill,
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Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
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I thought it was the little bed
I slept in long ago;
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O English mother, in the ruddy glow
Hugging your baby closer when outside
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A man who keeps a diary, pays
Due toll to many tedious days;
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Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream--
Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall,
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Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!
For Summer's nearly done;
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O Spirit of the Summertime !
Bring back the roses to the dells ;
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A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Where little Folk go up and down,
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Adieu to Belashanny!
where I was bred and born;
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Little Cowboy, what have you heard,
Up on the lonely rath's green mound?
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With grief and mourning I sit to spin;
My Love passed by, and he didn't come in;
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I once was a guest at a Nobleman's wedding;
Fair was the Bride, but she scarce had been kind,
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Seek up and down, both fair and brown,
We've purty lasses many, O;
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Four ducks on a pond,
A grass-bank beyond,
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When the spinning-room was here
Came Three Damsels, clothed in white,
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Within a budding grove,
In April's ear sang every bird his best,
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