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I: A brook beneath the hill-side flows / Amid the downs, whose chalky sweep / A scant though tender herbage grows, / Cropped close by scattered flocks of sheep. / And there a group of huts is seen / Dotted along a village green.
II: Yet, buildings of a statelier look / That poor sequestered valley grace: / An inn beside the village brook; / A church beside the burial-place. / Save at the park, the trees are few; / Still the old graveyard has its yew.