One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree: Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.
Thomas Gray (1716 - 1771)
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 28.
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