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I. PAST the hills that peep / Where the leaze is smiling, / On and on beguiling / Crisply-cropping sheep; / Under boughs of brushwood / Linking tree and tree / In a shade of lushwood, / There caressed we!
II. Hemmed by city walls / That outshut the sunlight, / In a foggy dun light, / Where the footstep falls / With a pit-pat wearisome / In its cadency / On the flagstones drearisome / There pressed we!
III. Where in wild-winged crowds / Blown birds show their whiteness / Up against the lightness / Of the clammy clouds; / By the random river / Pushing to the sea, / Under bents that quiver / There rest we.