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/ Lush green the grass that grows between / The willows of the bottom-land; / Verged by the careless water, tall and green, / The brown-topped cat-tails stand.
/ The cows come gently here to browse, / Slow through the great-leafed sycamores; / You hear a dog bark from a low-roofed house / With cedars round its doors.
/ Then all is quiet as the wings / Of the high buzzard floating there; / Anon a woman's high-pitched voice that sings / An old camp-meeting air.
/ A flapping cock that crows; and then -- / Heard drowsy through the rustling corn -- / A flutter, and the cackling of a hen / Within a hay-sweet barn.
/ How still again! no water stirs; / No wind is heard; although the weeds / Are waved a little; and from silk-filled burrs / Drift by a few soft seeds.
/ So drugged with sleep and dreams, that you / Expect to see her gliding by, -- / Hummed round of bees, through blossoms spilling dew, -- / The Spirit of July.