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MELDON HILL
I took the road of dusty stone
To walk alone, by Meldon hill,
Along the knap, with woody crown,
That slopes far down, by Meldon Hill;
While sunlight overshot the copse
Of underwood, with brown-twigg'd tops,
By sky-belighted stream and pool,
With eddies cool, by Meldon Hill.
To walk alone, by Meldon hill,
Along the knap, with woody crown,
That slopes far down, by Meldon Hill;
While sunlight overshot the copse
Of underwood, with brown-twigg'd tops,
By sky-belighted stream and pool,
With eddies cool, by Meldon Hill.
And down below were many sights
Of yellow lights, by Meldon Hill;
The trees above the brindled cows,
With budding boughs, by Meldon Hill;
And bridgèd roads and waterfalls,
And house by house with sunny walls,
And one, where somebody may come
To guide my home, from Meldon Hill.
Of yellow lights, by Meldon Hill;
The trees above the brindled cows,
With budding boughs, by Meldon Hill;
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And house by house with sunny walls,
And one, where somebody may come
To guide my home, from Meldon Hill.
Whenever I may climb the stiles
Of these two miles, to Meldon Hill,
By elms above the wreathing smoke,
Or lonesome oak, to Meldon Hill,
How much I have to talk about;
But that is what must now come out,
That I've a house, that some sweet bride
Must come to guide, from Meldon Hill.
Of these two miles, to Meldon Hill,
By elms above the wreathing smoke,
Or lonesome oak, to Meldon Hill,
How much I have to talk about;
But that is what must now come out,
That I've a house, that some sweet bride
Must come to guide, from Meldon Hill.
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