Excerpt from Songs of the Uplands

Glorious uplands Sweeping to Skyward, Ribbed with the seams of Ancient furrows, Wind-laid, rush-tuf ted, Ridging the barrow, Ploughed there of old time By some grave husbandman, Sturdy Piers Plowman, Our foremost father, Who, as he mounted the Lea with his oxen, Here haply breathed a space, Gazed on the welkin, Down in the west there Watched the sun setting, Then slowly nightwards, Stallwards he drove them, Hedged his rude iniplement, Stabled his oxen.

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