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BY NEIGHBOURS' DOORS
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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BY NEIGHBOURS' DOORS

As up on trees' high limbs,
The western sunshine glowed,
And down by river brims
The wind-blown ripples flowed,
There we did seek the tun
Where evening smoke rose grey,
While dells begun to miss the light of day.
The mother-holden child,
Before the gate, would spring,
And crow, and struggle wild
At sight of birds on wing;
And home-bound men would shout
And make their game, before
The girls come out in clusters at the door.

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Then we'd a door where all
Might gather to their rest,
When pale-beam'd stars might fall
Above the red-sky'd west,
But now, from that old door
We all have taken flight,
And some no more can tell the day from night.