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Rh Sits, in deep shelter, our small cottage—nor

Far-off is seen, rose carpeted and hung

With clematis, the quarry whence she sprung,

O mater pulchra filia pulchrior,

Whither in early spring, unharnessed folk,

We join the pairing swallows, glad to stay

Where, loosened in the hills, remote, unseen,

From its tall trees, it breathes a slender smoke

To heaven, and in the noon of sultry day

Stands, coolly buried, to the neck in green.

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