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Ho! green fields and running brooks!
Knotted strings and fishing-hooks / Of the truant, stealing down / Weedy backways of the town.
Where the sunshine overlooks, / By green fields and running brooks, / All intruding guests of chance / With a golden tolerance,
Cooing doves, or pensive pair / Of picnickers, straying there -- / By green fields and running brooks, / Sylvan shades and mossy nooks!
And -- O Dreamer of the Days, / Murmurer of roundelays / All unsung of words or books, / Sing green fields and running brooks!