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Among the boughs , like a small stream's murmur , An echo of the singing winds of summer . The hedges are yellow where the sunlight lingers : Touched to colour by the season's fingers , They stand in regiment of gold and red .
Among the boughs , like a small stream's murmur , An echo of the singing winds of summer . The hedges are yellow where the sunlight lingers : Touched to colour by the season's fingers , They stand in regiment of gold and red .
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A Thrush Singing in Summer A thrush sings As if he would break The strong wall . Yet the dead should wake , The heavens fall , Ere such a thing Could be . Rather shall man see The wall stayed , The dead but dead : His last word Unspoken ...
A Thrush Singing in Summer A thrush sings As if he would break The strong wall . Yet the dead should wake , The heavens fall , Ere such a thing Could be . Rather shall man see The wall stayed , The dead but dead : His last word Unspoken ...
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The sound of running water , cool As a thousand freshet springs That run together in a secret glade Where all the woodland sings . And here is the sacred river Alph That , in the poem , ran Down to a sunless sea , through caverns ...
The sound of running water , cool As a thousand freshet springs That run together in a secret glade Where all the woodland sings . And here is the sacred river Alph That , in the poem , ran Down to a sunless sea , through caverns ...
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