How calm is the even down in the narrow lane
Where white thorn & woodbine & dog roses meet
How bright is the dew on the dog rose again
While grey mist creeps over like the days winding sheet
O beautiful the silver mist will hang on flowers
& pearl oer the freckles O the fox glove bell
How sweet is the stillness O eventide hours
When in the green oak leaves ring doves do dwell
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