The Hollow Land.
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CHAPTER III. LEAVING THE WORLD. FYTTE
THE FIRST.
[“Christ keep the Hollow Land]
“Christ keep the Hollow Land
Through the sweet springtide,
When the apple-blossoms bless
The lowly bent hill side.”
FYTTE THE THIRD.
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[“Christ keep the Hollow Land]
“Christ keep the Hollow Land
All the summer-tide;
Still we cannot understand
Where the waters glide:
“Only dimly seeing them
Coldly slipping through
Many green-lipped cavern mouths
Where the hills are blue.
