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Towery city and branchy between towers;
Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarm'ed, lark-charm'ed, rook-racked, river-rounded;
The dappled-eared lily below thee; that country and town did
Once encounter in, here coped and pois'ed powers;
Thou hast a base and brickish skirt there, sours
That neighbour-nature thy grey beauty is grounded
Best in; graceless growth, thou hast confounded
Rural rural keeping -- folk, flocks, and flowers.
Yet ah! this air I gather and I release
He lived on; these weeds and waters, these walls are what
He haunted who of all men sways my spirits to peace;
Of realty the rarest-vein'ed unraveller; a not
Rivalled insight, be rival Italy or Greece;
Who fired France for Mary without spot.
1879
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