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from behind the hill

Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound

Then—all at once the air was still,

And showers of hailstones pattered round.

Where leafless Oaks towered high above,

I sat within an undergrove

Of tallest hollies, tall and green;

A fairer bower was never seen.

From year to year the spacious floor

With withered leaves is covered 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 withered leaves all skip and hop,

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

Yet here, and there, and every where