Yesterday I was here and there...
The pliant harebell swinging in the breeze,
On some grey rock;
The single sheep, and the one blasted tree,
And the bleak music from the old stone wall:-
In the meadows and the lower ground,
Was all the sweetness of a common dawn:-
And that green corn all day is rustling in
thine ears !
I meet him this week ...
Is he or ...
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