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/ The hills hang woods around, where green, below / Dark, breezy boughs of beech-trees, mats the moss, / Crisp with the brittle hulls of last year's nuts; / The water hums one bar there; and a glow / Of gold lies steady where the trailers toss / Red, bugled blossoms and a rock abuts; / In spots the wild-phlox and oxalis grow / Where beech-roots bulge the loam, protrude across / The grass-grown road and roll it into ruts.
/ And where the sumach brakes grow dusk and dense, / Among the rocks, great yellow violets, / Blue-bells and wind-flowers bloom; the agaric / In dampness crowds; a fungus, thick, intense / With gold and crimson and wax-white, that sets / The May-apples along the terraced creek / At bold defiance. Where the old rail-fence / Divides the hollow, there the bee-bird whets / His bill, and there the elder hedge is thick.