Oh give me a hill, to climb at my leisure!
A hill let me climb, just me and my dog.
Not a mountain majestic of epic dimension
That would take many days and a Sherpa to scale,
Nor a pitiful hillock, like a fairy’s invention,
That would only challenge the young or the frail.
Give me one that has pathways of fair inclination
That cut ‘cross the face of a dome ‘gainst the sky;
Whose summit once mounted is of good elevation
With distant horizons to comfort the eye.
I will sit on that hill, gaze on cosmos and landscape,
See what future memory the vista might jog.
And then I’ll descend, reciting sad poetry,
And we’ll wend our way homewards, me and my dog.
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