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I	A
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Demeter devastated our good land	B
In blackness for her daughter snatched below	C
Smoke pillar or loose hillock was the sand	B
Where soil had been to clasp warm seed and throw	C
The wheat vine olive ripe to Summer's ray	D
Now whether night advancing whether day	D
Scarce did the baldness show	C
The hand of man was a defeated hand	B
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II	A
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Necessity the primal goad to growth	E
Stood shrunken Youth and Age appeared as one	F
Like Winter Summer good as labour sloth	E
Nor was there answer wherefore beamed the sun	F
Or why men drew the breath to carry pain	G
High reared the ploughshare broken lay the wain	G
Idly the flax wheel spun	F
Unridered starving lords were wasp and moth	H
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III	A
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Lean grassblades losing green on their bent flags	I
Sang chilly to themselves lone honey bees	J
Pursued the flowers that were not with dry bags	I
Sole sound aloud the snap of sapless trees	J
More sharp than slingstones on hard breastplates hurled	K
Back to first chaos tumbled the stopped world	K
Careless to lure or please	J
A nature of gaunt ribs an earth of crags	J
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IV	-
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No smile Demeter cast the gloom she saw	J
Well draped her direful musing for in gloom	L
In thicker gloom deep down the cavern maw	J
Her sweet had vanished liker unto whom	L
And whose pale place of habitation mute	M
She and all seemed where Seasons pledged for fruit	M
Anciently gaped for bloom	L
Where hand of man was as a plucked fowl's claw	J
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V	-
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The wrathful Queen descended on a vale	N
That ere the ravished hour for richness heaved	O
Iambe maiden of the merry tale	N
Beside her eyed the once red cheeked green leaved	O
It looked as if the Deluge had withdrawn	P
Pity caught at her throat her jests were gone	P
More than for her who grieved	O
She could for this waste home have piped the wail	N
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VI	-
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Iambe her dear mountain rivulet	O
To waken laughter from cold stones beheld	O
A riven wheatfield cracking for the wet	O
And seed like infant's teeth that never swelled	O
Apeep up flinty ridges milkless round	O
Teeth of the giants marked she where thin ground	O
Rocky in spikes rebelled	O
Against the hand here slack as rotted net	O
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VII	-
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The valley people up the ashen scoop	Q
She beckoned aiming hopelessly to win	R
Her Mistress in compassion of yon group	Q
So pinched and wizened with their aged grin	R
For lack of warmth to smile on mouths of woe	C
White as in chalk outlining little O	C
Dumb from a falling chin	R
Young old alike half bent to make the hoop	Q
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VIII	-
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Their tongues of birds they wagged weak voiced as when	S
Dark underwaters the recesses choke	T
With cluck and upper quiver of a hen	S
In grasp past peeking cry before the croak	T
Relentlessly their gold haired Heaven their fount	O
Bountiful of old days heard them recount	O
This and that cruel stroke	T
Nor eye nor ear had she for piteous men	S
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IX	J
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A figure of black rock by sunbeams crowned	O
Through stormclouds where the volumed shades enfold	O
An earth in awe before the claps resound	O
And woods and dwellings are as billows rolled	O
The barren Nourisher unmelted shed	O
Death from the looks that wandered with the dead	O
Out of the realms of gold	O
In famine for her lost her lost unfound	O
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X	J
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Iambe from her Mistress tripped she raised	O
The cattle call above the moan of prayer	U
And slowly out of fields their fancy grazed	O
Among the droves defiled a horse and mare	U
The wrecks of horse and mare such ribs as view	-
Seas that have struck brave ships ashore while through	-
Shoots the swift foamspit bare	U
They nodded and Demeter on them gazed	O
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XI	J
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Howbeit the season of the dancing blood	O
Forgot was horse of mare yea mare of horse	J
Reversed each head at either's flank they stood	O
Whereat the Goddess in a dim remorse	J
Laid hand on them and smacked and her touch pricked	O
Neighing within at either's flank they licked	O
Played on a moment's force	J
At courtship withering to the crazy nod	O
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XII	J
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The nod was that we gather for consent	O
And mournfully amid the group a dame	V
Interpreting the thing in nature meant	O
Her hands held out like bearers of the flame	V
And nodded for the negative sideways	J
Keen at her Mistress glanced Iambe rays	J
From the Great Mother came	V
Her lips were opened wide the curse was rent	O
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XIII	J
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She laughed since our first harvesting heard none	F
Like thunder of the song of heart her face	J
The dreadful darkness shook to mounted sun	F
And peal on peal across the hills held chase	J
She laughed herself to water laughed to fire	W
Laughed the torrential laugh of dam and sire	W
Full of the marrowy race	J
Her laughter Gods was flesh on skeleton	F
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XIV	-
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The valley people huddled broke afraid	O
Assured and taking lightning in the veins	J
They puffed they leaped linked hands together swayed	O
Unwitting happiness till golden rains	J
Of tears in laughter laughter weeping smote	O
Knowledge of milky mercy from that throat	O
Pouring to heal their pains	J
And one bold youth set mouth at a shy maid	O
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XV	-
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Iambe clapped to see the kindly lusts	J
Inspire the valley people still on seas	J
Like poplar tops relieved from stress of gusts	J
With rapture in their wonderment but these	J
Low homage being rendered ran to plough	-
Fed by the laugh as by the mother cow	-
Calves at the teats they tease	J
Soon drove they through the yielding furrow crusts	J
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XVI	-
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Uprose the blade in green the leaf in red	O
The tree of water and the tree of wood	O
And soon among the branches overhead	O
Gave beauty juicy issue sweet for food	O
O Laughter beauty plumped and love had birth	X
Laughter O thou reviver of sick Earth	X
Good for the spirit good	O
For body thou to both art wine and bread	O

George Meredith

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