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flats are pink with clover,
 * Kent is crowned with flaunting hops,

Whitely shine the cliffs of Dover,
 * Yellow wave the Midland crops;

Sussex Downs the flocks grow sleek on,
 * But, for me, I love to stand

Where the Herefordshire beacon
 * Watches o'er his orchard land.

Where now sun, now shadow dapples—
 * As it wavers in the breeze—

Clumps of fresh-complexioned apples
 * On the heavy-laden trees: