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The burdock leaves upon the ledge,
The leaves upon the poplar's height,
A-blown by wind all up on edge,
Did show their underzides o' white;
An' withy trees bezide the rocks
Did bend grey limbs, did swaÿè grey boughs,
As there, on waggen heads, dark locks
Bespread red cheäks, behung white brows.
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