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GREEN

Our summer way to church did wind about
The cliff, where ivy on the ledge was green.
Our summer way to town did skirt the wood,
Where shining leaves, in tree and hedge, were green.
Our summer way to milking in the mead,
Was on by brooks, where flutt'ring sedge was green.
Our homeward ways all gathered into one,
Where moss upon the roofstone's edge was green.