And spectral dance, before the dawn, A hundred Vicars down the lawn; Curates, long dust, will come and go On lissom, clerical, printless toe; And oft between the boughs is seen The sly shade of a Rural Dean.
I see the rural virtues leave the land.
Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve Strokes of havoc unselve The sweet especial scene Rural scene, a rural scene Sweet especial rural scene.
The two divinest things this world has got, A lovely woman in a rural spot!
Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.
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