Epeisodia

I 

Past the hills that peep 

Where the leaze is smiling, 

On and on beguiling 

Crisply-cropping sheep; 

Under boughs of brushwood 

Linking tree and tree 

In a shade of lushwood, 

There caressed we! 

II 

Hemmed by city walls 

That outshut the sunlight, 

In a foggy dun light, 

Where the footstep falls 

With a pit-pat wearisome 

In its cadency 

On the flagstones drearisome 

There pressed we! 

III 

Where in wild-winged crowds 

Blown birds show their whiteness 

Up against the lightness 

Of the clammy clouds; 

By the random river 

Pushing to the sea, 

Under bents that quiver 

There rest we.

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