Over the Hills
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FTEN and often it came back againTo mind, the day I passed the horizon ridgeTo a new country, the path I had to findBy half-gaps that were stiles once in the hedge,The pack of scarlet clouds running acrossThe harvest evening that seemed endless thenAnd after, and the inn where all were kind,All were strangers. I did not know my lossTill one day twelve months later suddenlyI leaned upon my spade and saw it all,Though far beyond the sky-line. It becameAlmost a habit through the year for meTo lean and see it and think to do the sameAgain for two days and a night. RecallWas vain: no more could the restless brookEver turn back and climb the waterfallTo the lake that rests and stirs not in its nook,As in the hollow of the collar-boneUnder the mountain's head of rush and stone.
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