Far spread the moory ground a level scene
Bespread with rush & one eternal green
That never felt the rage of blundering ploughmans
Though centuries wreathed spring blossoms on its brow
Autumn met plains that stretched them far away
In unchecked shadows of green brown & grey
Unbounded freedom ruled the wandering scene
No fence of ownership crept in between
To hide the prospect from the gazing eye
Its only bondage was the circling sky
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