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December.
Vale and mead,
And steadfast wave lie stretched beneath my eye,
Clad in one uniform livery. O'er the lake
The skaters flit like shadows, and afar
The wagoner plods beside his smoking team;
The sportsman, followed by his frolic hound,
Springs up the breezy hill-side. Save for these,
All breathing life alike seems motionless.
And steadfast wave lie stretched beneath my eye,
Clad in one uniform livery. O'er the lake
The skaters flit like shadows, and afar
The wagoner plods beside his smoking team;
The sportsman, followed by his frolic hound,
Springs up the breezy hill-side. Save for these,
All breathing life alike seems motionless.
