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Through throats where many rivers meet the curlews cry	A
Under the conceiving moon on the high chalk hill	B
And there this night I walk in the white giant's thigh	A
Where barren as boulders women lie longing still	B
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To labour and love though they lay down long ago	C
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Through throats where many many rivers meet the women pray	D
Pleading in the waded bay for the seed to flow	C
Though the names on their weed grown stones are rained away	D
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And alone in the night's eternal curving act	E
They yearn with tongues of curlews for the unconceived	E
And immemorial sons of the cudgelling hacked	E
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Hill Who once in gooseskin winter loved all ice leaved	E
In the courters' lanes or twined in the ox roasting sun	F
In the wains tonned so high that the wisps of the hay	D
Clung to the pitching clouds or gay with any one	F
Young as they in the after milking moonlight lay	D
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Under the lighted shapes of faith and their moonshade	E
Petticoats galed high or shy with the rough riding boys	G
Now clasp me to their grains in the gigantic glade	E
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Who once green countries since were a hedgerow of joys	G
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Time by their dust was flesh the swineherd rooted sly	A
Flared in the reek of the wiving sty with the rush	H
Light of his thighs spreadeagle to the dunghill sky	A
Or with their orchard man in the core of the sun's bush	I
Rough as cows' tongues and thrashed with brambles their buttermilk	J
Manes under the quenchless summer barbed gold to the bone	K
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Or rippling soft in the spinney moon as the silk	J
And ducked and draked white lake that harps to a hail stone	K
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Who once were a bloom of wayside brides in the hawed house	L
And heard the lewd wooed field flow to the coming frost	E
The scurrying furred small friars squeal in the dowse	L
Of day in the thistle aisles till the white owl crossed	E
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Their breast the vaulting does roister the horned bucks climb	M
Quick in the wood at love where a torch of foxes foams	N
All birds and beasts of the linked night uproar and chime	M
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And the mole snout blunt under his pilgrimage of domes	N
Or butter fat goosegirls bounced in a gambo bed	E
Their breasts full of honey under their gander king	O
Trounced by his wings in the hissing shippen long dead	E
And gone that barley dark where their clogs danced in the spring	O
And their firefly hairpins flew and the ricks ran round	E
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But nothing bore no mouthing babe to the veined hives	P
Hugged and barren and bare on Mother Goose's ground	E
They with the simple Jacks were a boulder of wives	P
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Now curlew cry me down to kiss the mouths of their dust	E
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The dust of their kettles and clocks swings to and fro	C
Where the hay rides now or the bracken kitchens rust	E
As the arc of the billhooks that flashed the hedges low	C
And cut the birds' boughs that the minstrel sap ran red	E
They from houses where the harvest kneels hold me hard	E
Who heard the tall bell sail down the Sundays of the dead	E
And the rain wring out its tongues on the faded yard	E
Teach me the love that is evergreen after the fall leaved	E
Grave after Belov d on the grass gulfed cross is scrubbed	E
Off by the sun and Daughters no longer grieved	E
Save by their long desires in the fox cubbed	E
Streets or hungering in the crumbled wood to these	Q
Hale dead and deathless do the women of the hill	B
Love for ever meridian through the courters' trees	Q
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And the daughters of darkness flame like Fawkes fires still	B

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