Answer:
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
My first is in some but not in all. My second is into but not in tall. My third in little but no in big. My fourth in port but not in pig. My whole is made in nature's way. For clothing, rugs used every day.
I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see. I'm neat and tidy as can be.
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.