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walk was far among the ancient trees;

There was no road, nor any wood-man's path;

But the thick umbrage, checking the wild growth

Of weed and sapling, on the soft green turf

Beneath the branches of itself had made

A track, which brought us to a slip of lawn,

And a small bed of water in the woods.

All round this pool both flocks and herds might drink

On its firm margin, even as from a Well,

Or some Stone-bason which the Herdsman's hand

Had shaped for their refreshment; nor did sun

Or wind from any quarter ever come,

But as a blessing, to this calm recess,

This glade of water and this one green field.

The spot was made by Nature for herself.

The travellers know it not, and 'twill remain