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BY NEIGHBOURS' DOORS
As up on trees' high limbs,
The western sunshine glowed,
And down by river brims
The wind-blown ripples flowed,
There we did seek the tun
Where evening smoke rose grey,
While dells begun to miss the light of day.
The western sunshine glowed,
And down by river brims
The wind-blown ripples flowed,
There we did seek the tun
Where evening smoke rose grey,
While dells begun to miss the light of day.
The mother-holden child,
Before the gate, would spring,
And crow, and struggle wild
At sight of birds on wing;
And home-bound men would shout
And make their game, before
The girls come out in clusters at the door.
Before the gate, would spring,
And crow, and struggle wild
At sight of birds on wing;
And home-bound men would shout
And make their game, before
The girls come out in clusters at the door.
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Then we'd a door where all
Might gather to their rest,
When pale-beam'd stars might fall
Above the red-sky'd west,
But now, from that old door
We all have taken flight,
And some no more can tell the day from night.
Might gather to their rest,
When pale-beam'd stars might fall
Above the red-sky'd west,
But now, from that old door
We all have taken flight,
And some no more can tell the day from night.
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