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Here, at its base, in dingled deeps / Of spice-bush, where the ivy creeps, / The cold spring scoops its hollow; / And there three mossy stepping-stones / Make ripple murmurs; undertones / Of foam that blend and follow / With voices of the wood that drones.
The quail pipes here when noons are hot; / And here, in coolness sunlight-shot / Beneath a roof of briers, / The red-fox skulks at close of day; / And here at night, the shadows gray / Stand like FRANCISCAN friars, / With moonbeam beads whereon they pray.