Far spread the moorey ground a level scene
Bespread with rush and one eternal green
That never felt the rage of blundering plough
Though centurys wreathed spring's blossoms on its brow
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This is amazing- the spelling and words are from another time and that should make us stumble but I found the flow went on unimpeded by the ages.