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"Places of nestling green, for poets made."
Leigh Hunt, The Story of Rimini / I stood tiptoe upon a little hill, / The air was cooling, and so very still / That the sweet buds which with a modest pride / Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, / Their scantly-leaved and finely tapering stems, / Had not yet lost those starry diadems / Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.