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Three miles of hill it is; and I / Came through the woods that waited, dumb, / For the cool "Summer" dusk to come; / And lingered there to watch the sky / Up which the gradual sunset clomb.
A tree-toad quavered in a tree; / And then a sudden whip-poor-will / Called overhead, so wildly shrill, / The startled woodland seemed to see / How very lone it was and still.