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IN THE COUNTRY
To Norman Gale
In the morning all the trees
Sway and rustle: all the birds
Chirp and warble to the breeze.
Sway and rustle: all the birds
Chirp and warble to the breeze.
Deep in meadow-grass the herds
Pasture and the brook that flees
Laughs as though with joyous words.
Pasture and the brook that flees
Laughs as though with joyous words.
Lightly flights of swallows fret
The serenity of blue:
Here the stile is where we met,
The serenity of blue:
Here the stile is where we met,
Here alas we said adieu.
All is sweet and glad, and yet,
Dearest, I am far from you!
All is sweet and glad, and yet,
Dearest, I am far from you!
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