Thursday, November 11, 2010

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Call, hills, with me
my old friends who I have known
since I could walk
could slip through the small door
and be gone.
Oh hills my beloved hills
Call with me!
Add your voice to mine!
Throw my sorrow and need
from crest to crest.
Let your long green sounds
sink down your swelling sides
and soak the valleys in it's sonorous blast.
O hills beloved hills
My beloved is gone
and I know not where.
Hills did he cross you?
Did you bend to let him by?
Have you seen my love walking?
He has escaped my wavering cry.
Hills my hills, you opened to let him free
Now close to cover me.

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