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From dingled gables gently slanted Chords of earth and man enchanted. Fence lines hazard from the glen And in their play return again. Rail posts staves engender Rondos in timber. Trailing off, Unconducted. Borders, which walls of stone insinuate Disavowed, in rotted gates, Hurdled by ridges, breached by pine, God, the Painter, shuns such lines. Conceits of edges mocked by hedges. . In a distant uphill rise Mirrored to our slow decline The source of streamlets undisguise, Rocky windings,

Forests granted benediction, Laved by balmy sunlight waves Nap eclipsed in haze. Pining peace of outland's quiet Pillows fail to stem that riot Vanquished rude by fire's light To street sounds in the night.