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If it were only still! - / With far away the shrill / Crying of a cock;
Or the shaken bell / From a cow's throat
Moving through the bushes;
Or the soft shock / Of wizened apples falling
From an old tree / In a forgotten orchard
Upon the hilly rock!
Oh, grey hill, / Where the grazing herd / Licks the purple blossom, / Crops the spiky weed!
Oh, stony pasture, / Where the tall mullein / Stands up so sturdy
On its little seed!