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 So on I went, and by my side, it seemed,

Paced a great bull, kept from me by a brook

Which lipped the grass about it as it streamed

Over the flagroots that the grayling shook;

Red-felled the bull was, and at times he took

Assayment of the red earth with his horn

And wreaked his rage upon the sod uptorn.

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