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STRATFORD-ON-AVON.
To Stratford-on-the-Avon. And we pass'dThrough aisles and avenues of the princeliest trees
That ever eyes beheld. None such with us
Here in the bleaker north. And as we went
Through Lucy's park, the red day dropt i' th' west;
A crimson glow, like blood in lovers' cheeks,
Spread up the soft green sky and pass'd away;
The mazy twilight came down on the lawns,
And all those huge trees seem'd to fall asleep;
The deer went past like shadows. All the park
Lay round us like a dream; and one fine thought
Hung over us, and hallow'd all. Yea, he,
The pride of England, glisten'd like a star,
And beckon'd us to Stratford.
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