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THE cool of an oak's unchequered shade Falls on me as I lie in deep grass Which rushes upward,
Over the tree's edge, as over a mountain Surges the white of the moon, A cloud comes up like the surge of a fountain, Pressing round and low at first, but soon Heaving and piling a round white dome. How lovely it is to be at home Like an insect in the grass Letting life pass.