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The Long Hill

I must have passed the crest a while ago
And now I am going down
Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know
But the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown

All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there straight as a queen
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen

It was nearly level along the beaten track
And the brambles caught in my gown
But it's no use now to think of turning back
The rest of the way will be only going down

SARA TEASDALF

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