On the Heights
The cattle in the common field
Toss their flaTheads in vain,
And snort and stamp; weak creatures yield
And turn back home again.
My mansion stands beyond it, high
Above where rushes grow;
Its hedge of laurel dares defy
The heavy-hooft below.
Toss their flaTheads in vain,
And snort and stamp; weak creatures yield
And turn back home again.
My mansion stands beyond it, high
Above where rushes grow;
Its hedge of laurel dares defy
The heavy-hooft below.
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