Stanzas - Part 11

Thou sweep of russet heath, ye winding vales,
Ye wavy hillocks you your Poet loves!
And thee, sweet stream, and you ye woodland dales,
And holy aisles of dimly-lighted groves,
Whose tower-like trunks tuft ivy wrappeth round,
Whose outstretch't giant arms sweep wide the grassy ground.
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