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VII. Zaman's hill

The great hill hung close over the old town,A precipice against the main street's end;Green, tall, and wooded, looking darkly downUpon the steeple at the highway bend.Two hundred years the whispers had been heardAbout what happened on the man-shunned slope –Tales of an oddly mangled deer or bird,Or of lost boys whose kin had ceased to hope.One day the mail-man found no village there,Nor were its folk or houses seen again;People came out from Aylesbury to stare –Yet they all told the mail-man it was plainThat he was mad for saying he had spiedThe great hill's gluttonous eyes, and jaws stretched wide.