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Unto the heart of the woodland straying, / Where the shaking leaf with the beam was playing, / Musingly wandered the village priest.
As the summer voice of the daytime ceased, / He came to the home of the forest people / From where the old ivy crawls round the old steeple, / And under a shady oak-tree sat, / Where the moss was spread like his own doormat.