Waving his hat, the shepherd, from the vale,
Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale,—
The dog, loud barking,‘ mid the glittering rocks,
Hunts, where his master points, the intercepted flocks.
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AN EVENING WALK · William Wordsworth · Poetry Cove