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SHELTER
As lately I wound up the slope, along under
The trees, where the cows lay asleep all asunder,
The moon seem'd, above me, to float in cloud-streamings,
As over its face they would flit in its beamings,
And I went between
The two woods in the gloom,
When may-leaves were green,
And the thorn was in bloom.
The trees, where the cows lay asleep all asunder,
The moon seem'd, above me, to float in cloud-streamings,
As over its face they would flit in its beamings,
And I went between
The two woods in the gloom,
When may-leaves were green,
And the thorn was in bloom.
The wind, as along in the lea I did wander,
Blew loud over head, to sound lower out yonder,
And sweep by the roof that might hide the dull sleeper,
Or shut up the much-tossing head of the weeper.
Till once more his sight
Might behold, in the grounds,
Dewy morning's red light,
And should hear the day's sounds.
Blew loud over head, to sound lower out yonder,
And sweep by the roof that might hide the dull sleeper,
Or shut up the much-tossing head of the weeper.
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Might behold, in the grounds,
Dewy morning's red light,
And should hear the day's sounds.
And there, as the wind-blasts might sweep on, and ramble
By hedges, and swing in a swoop on the bramble,
And down in the mead round the ricks they were raving,
While blossomy boughs, on the rocks were all waving,
I joyed in the blast
With its high-swelling roar,
While the trees that I pass'd
Were all guides to my door.
By hedges, and swing in a swoop on the bramble,
And down in the mead round the ricks they were raving,
While blossomy boughs, on the rocks were all waving,
I joyed in the blast
With its high-swelling roar,
While the trees that I pass'd
Were all guides to my door.
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