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The sunsped hours, with wheeling shades,
Have warm'd, for month on month, the glades,
Till now the summer wanes;
Though shadows quiver down below
The boughs, that lofty elm-trees throw
Across the dusty lanes;
F.
and docks,
With ruddy stems, have risen tall
Beside the cow-forsaken stall,
All free of hoofy hocks.
The sunsped hours, with wheeling shades,
Have warm'd, for month on month, the glades,
Till now the summer wanes;
Though shadows quiver down below
The boughs, that lofty elm-trees throw
Across the dusty lanes;
F.
and docks,
With ruddy stems, have risen tall
Beside the cow-forsaken stall,
All free of hoofy hocks.
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