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This poem describes returning home across a hill when no leaves had fallen from the trees and the gentle breeze had not torn down any cobwebs. The hedgerow was still blooming with flowers and no withered petals lay beneath. However, the wild roses in the speaker's wreath were faded and the leaves were brown, contrasting the untouched natural surroundings.

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Song

This poem describes returning home across a hill when no leaves had fallen from the trees and the gentle breeze had not torn down any cobwebs. The hedgerow was still blooming with flowers and no withered petals lay beneath. However, the wild roses in the speaker's wreath were faded and the leaves were brown, contrasting the untouched natural surroundings.

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Song

T. S. Eliot, 1888 1965


When we came home across the hill


No leaves were fallen from the trees;
The gentle fingers of the breeze
Had torn no quivering cobweb down.
The hedgerow bloomed with flowers still,
No withered petals lay beneath;
But the wild roses in your wreath
Were faded, and the leaves were brown.

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