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One spring as I went walking By budding leaf and thorn To see the sun a-shining Upon an Easter morn; My hound she gambolled by me, Oft hunting in her play Some small thing in the hedges She found upon her way, How splendid was her going, How happy was her joy, I felt I could not chide her Nor dared her play destroy.

Yet oft I called “Come hither, I fear lest thou displace Some hidden beast or reptile All savage for the chase.” I scarce had spoken to her And turned again for town When we were in the shadows And fog and mist came down.