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Now would I be in that remov d place	A
Where the dim sunlight hardly comes at all	B
And branches of the young trees interlace	A
And long swathes of the brambles twine and fall	B
A space between the hedgerow and a road	C
Not trod by foot of any known to me	D
Where now and then a cart with scented load	C
Goes sleepy down the lane with creaking axle tree	D
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And there I'd lie upon the tumbled leaves	E
Watching a square of the all else hidden sky	F
And made such songs a drowsy mind believes	E
To be most perfect music So would I	F
Keep my face heavenwards and bless eternity	D
Wherein my heart could be as glad as this	G
And lazily I'd bid all men come hither	H
And in my dreams I'd tell them what they miss	G
Living in hate and work and all foul weather	H
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And still my happy dreams would go	I
Like children in a cowslip field	J
Chasing rich winged insects to and fro	I
To see what rare delights they yield	J
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O I am tired of working to be cheated	K
And sick of barriers that will not fall	B
Of ancient prudent words too much repeated	L
And worn out dreams that come not true at all	B
I know too well what things they are that ail me	D
To fight is nothing but to see	D
Thus at the last my own hand fail me	D
Is agony	D
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O for that corner by the hummocked marshes	M
Visited hardly by the cynic sun	N
Where nothing clear and nothing bright or harsh is	O
Where labour and the ache of it are done	N
Where naught is ended and where naught begun	N

Edward Shanks

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