Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
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Through Hollow Lands and Hilly Lands 
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It immediately made me think of the Childe Roland painting.
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Teleportation?
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