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viii.

Hail, hidden to the knees in fern,

⁠Broad Oak of Sumner-chace,
Whose topmost branches can discern
⁠The roofs of Sumner-place!

ix.

Say thou, whereon I carved her name,

⁠If ever maid or spouse,
As fair as my Olivia, came
⁠To rest beneath thy boughs.—

x.

"O Walter, I have shelter'd here

⁠Whatever maiden grace
The good old Summers, year by year,
⁠Made ripe in Sumner-chace:

xi.

"Old Summers, when the monk was fat,

⁠And, issuing shorn and sleek,
Would twist his girdle tight, and pat
⁠The girls upon the cheek,