Dorothy A Country Story in Elegiac Verse with a Preface. By Arthur J. Munby |
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[In England, by the quiet streams of Yore] |
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[In England, by the quiet streams of Yore]
In England, by the quiet streams of Yore,Is that lone house they live in and they love:
An upland shaw defends it from above,
With hazels and with hawthorn-clumps, the store
And brooding-place of birds; and evermore
Across the meads, the various milk and gold
Of buttercups and daisies, they behold
The woods and hills, the ruins high and hoar,
And that old church, to some at least still dear,
Where the meek dead are garner'd year by year
From love and work, from sorrow and from joy.
Ah, what sweet memories may their souls employ,
While in a summer eve they sit and hear
The distant dying waters, falling at the weir!
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