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Long hours ago while yet the morn was blithe	A
Nor sharp athirst had drunk the beaded dew	B
A reaper came and swung his cradled scythe	C
Around this stump and shearing slowly drew	B
Far round among the clover ripe for hay	D
A circle clean and grey	D
And here among the scented swathes that gleam	E
Mixed with dead daisies it is sweet to lie	F
And watch the grass and the few clouded sky	F
Nor think but only dream	E
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For when the noon was turning and the heat	G
Fell down most heavily on field and wood	H
I too came hither borne on restless feet	G
Seeking some comfort for an echoing mood	I
Ah I was weary of the drifting hours	J
The echoing city towers	J
The blind grey streets the jingle of the throng	K
Weary of hope that like a shape of stone	L
Sat near at hand without a smile or moan	L
And weary most of song	K
	-
And those high moods of mine that someone made	M
My heart a heaven opening like a flower	N
A sweeter world where I in wonder strayed	M
Begirt with shapes of beauty and the power	N
Of dreams that moved through that enchanted clime	E
With changing breaths of rhyme	E
Were all gone lifeless now like those white leaves	O
That hang all winter shivering dead and blind	P
Among the sinewy beeches in the wind	P
That vainly calls and grieves	O
	-
Ah I will set no more mine overtasked brain	Q
To barren search and toil that beareth nought	P
Forever following with sorefooted pain	Q
The crossing pathways of unbourned thought	P
But let it go as one that hath no skill	R
To take what shape it will	R
An ant slow burrowing in the earthy gloom	E
A spider bathing in the dew at morn	S
Or a brown bee in wayward fancy borne	S
From hidden bloom to bloom	E
	-
Hither and thither o'er the rocking grass	T
The little breezes blithe as they are blind	P
Teasing the slender blossoms pass and pass	T
Soft footed children of the gipsy wind	P
To taste of every purple fringed head	P
Before the bloom is dead	P
And scarcely heed the daisies that endowed	P
With stems so short they cannot see up bear	U
Their innocent sweet eyes distressed and stare	U
Like children in a crowd	P
	-
Not far to fieldward in the central heat	P
Shadowing the clover a pale poplar stands	V
With glimmering leaves that when the wind comes beat	P
Together like innumerable small hands	V
And with the calm as in vague dreams astray	D
Hang wan and silver grey	D
Like sleepy maenads who in pale surprise	W
Half wakened by a prowling beast have crept	P
Out of the hidden covert where they slept	P
At noon with languid eyes	W
	-
The crickets creak and through the noonday glow	X
That crazy fiddler of the hot mid year	Y
The dry cicada plies his wiry bow	Z
In long spun cadence thin and dusty sere	Y
From the green grass the small grasshoppers' din	A2
Spreads soft and silvery thin	A2
And ever and anon a murmur steals	B2
Into mine ears of toil that moves alway	C2
The crackling rustle of the pitch forked hay	D
And lazy jerk of wheels	B2
	-
As so I lie and feel the soft hours a wane	Q
To wind and sun and peaceful sound laid bare	U
That aching dim discomfort of the brain	Q
Fades off unseen and shadowy footed care	U
Into some hidden corner creeps at last	P
To slumber deep and fast	P
And gliding on quite fashioned to forget	P
From dream to dream I bid my spirit pass	T
Out into the pale green ever swaying grass	T
To brood but no more fret	P
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And hour by hour among all shapes that grow	X
Of purple mints and daisies gemmed with gold	P
In sweet unrest my visions come and go	X
I feel and hear and with quiet eyes behold	P
And hour by hour the ever journeying sun	D2
In gold and shadow spun	D2
Into mine eyes and blood and through the dim	E
Green glimmering forest of the grass shines down	E2
Till flower and blade and every cranny brown	E2
And I are soaked with him	E

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