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Listen, gentle—ay, and simple!—Listen, children, on the kine!
Green the land is where my daily
Steps in jocund childhood played—
Dimpled close with hill and valley,
Dappled very close with shade;
Summer-snow of apple-blossoms, running up from glade to glade.
There is one hill I see nearer
In my vision of the rest;
And a little wood seems clearer,