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With each minutest circumstance of place
Acquaintance, and the unfrequented field
Where many a day I walk in solitude,
Is as a friend to me. Nor have I left
That unfrequented field unsorrowing,
Over whose wooded limits the church tower
Arose in single majesty: its bank
Was edged with feathery fern, that seem’d to form
A little forest to the insect tribes
Who lived there, and were happy; and the sun
O’er the red ripeness of the bending grass of me
Pour’d a glad simile. A pleasant place it was!
And, Amos! I could wish that thou and I
And thy good brother, who in my heart holds,
Almost a brother’s place, might once again,
With as few earthly cares to ruffle us,
Meet in that low abode.

Meet in that low abo But now I know
Thro’ wildest scenes of strange sublimity,
Building the Runic rhyme, thy Fancy roves;