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Down through the woods, along the way / That fords the stream; by rock and tree, / Where in the bramble-bell the bee / Swings; and through twilights green and gray / The red-bird flashes suddenly, / My thoughts went wandering to-day.
I found the fields where, row on row, / The blackberries hang black with fruit; / Where, nesting at the elder's root, / The partridge whistles soft and low; / The fields, that billow to the foot / Of those old hills we used to know.