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COWS in the narrowing August marshes, Cows in a stretch of water Motionless, Neck on neck overlapped and drooping;

These in their troubled and dumb communion, Thou on the steep bank yonder, Pastora! No more ever to lead and love them,

No more ever. Thine innocent mourners Pass thy tree in the evening Heavily, Hearing another herd-girl calling.