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A whirl-blast from behind the hill

Rush'd o'er the wood with startling sound:

Then all at once the air was still,

And showers of hail-stones patter'd round.

Where leafless Oaks tower'd high above,

I sate within an undergrove

Of tallest hollies, tall and green,

A fairer bower was never seen.

From year to year the spacious floor

With wither'd leaves is cover'd o'er,

You could not lay a hair between:

And all the year the bower is green.

But see! where'er the hailstones drop

The wither'd leaves all skip and hop,

There's not a breeze—no breath of air—

Yet here, and there, and every where