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The Long Hill
 

I must have passed the crest a while ago
  And now I am going down --
Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,
  But the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown.

All the morning I thought how proud I should be
  To stand there straight as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me --
  But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.

It was nearly level along the beaten track
  And the brambles caught in my gown --
But it's no use now to think of turning back,
  The rest of the way will be only going down.