Green
Our summer way to church then wound about
The cliff, where ivy on the ledge was green.
Our summer way to town was nigh the wood,
Where shining leaves in tree and hedge were green.
Our summer way to milking in the mead,
Was on by brooks, where flutt'ring sedge was green.
Our homeward ways all gathered into one,
Where moss upon the roofstone's edge was green.
The cliff, where ivy on the ledge was green.
Our summer way to town was nigh the wood,
Where shining leaves in tree and hedge were green.
Our summer way to milking in the mead,
Was on by brooks, where flutt'ring sedge was green.
Our homeward ways all gathered into one,
Where moss upon the roofstone's edge was green.
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