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/ Not far from here, it lies beyond / That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take / This unused lane where brambles make / A wall of twilight, and the blond / Brier-roses pelt the path and flake / The margin waters of a pond.
/ This is its fence -- or that which was / Its fence once -- now, rock rolled from rock, / One tangle of the vine and dock, / Where bloom the wild petunias; / And this its gate, the iron-weeds block, / Hot with the insects' dusty buzz.