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"Gabble-gabble,. brethren,. gabble-gabble! " / My window frames forest and heather. / I hardly hear the tuneful babble, / Not knowing nor much caring whether / The text is praise or exhortation, / Prayer or thanksgiving, or damnation.
Outside it blows wetter and wetter, / The tossing trees never stay still. / I shift my elbows to catch better / The full round sweep of heathered hill. / The tortured copse bends to and fro / In silence like a shadow-show.