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The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;

Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Catching your heart up at the feel of June,
Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon,
When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass;
And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those ...