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Looking Over A Gate At A Pool In A Field	A
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What change has made the pastures sweet	B
And reached the daisies at my feet	B
And cloud that wears a golden hem	C
This lovely world the hills the sward	D
They all look fresh as if our Lord	D
But yesterday had finished them	C
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And here's the field with light aglow	E
How fresh its boundary lime trees show	E
And how its wet leaves trembling shine	F
Between their trunks come through to me	G
The morning sparkles of the sea	G
Below the level browsing line	F
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I see the pool more clear by half	H
Than pools where other waters laugh	H
Up at the breasts of coot and rail	I
There as she passed it on her way	J
I saw reflected yesterday	J
A maiden with a milking pail	I
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There neither slowly nor in haste	K
One hand upon her slender waist	K
The other lifted to her pail	I
She rosy in the morning light	L
Among the water daisies white	L
Like some fair sloop appeared to sail	I
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Against her ankles as she trod	M
The lucky buttercups did nod	M
I leaned upon the gate to see	G
The sweet thing looked but did not speak	N
A dimple came in either cheek	N
And all my heart was gone from me	G
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Then as I lingered on the gate	O
And she came up like coming fate	O
I saw my picture in her eyes	P
Clear dancing eyes more black than sloes	P
Cheeks like the mountain pink that grows	P
Among white headed majesties	P
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I said A tale was made of old	Q
That I would fain to thee unfold	Q
Ah let me let me tell the tale	I
But high she held her comely head	R
I cannot heed it now she said	R
For carrying of the milking pail	I
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She laughed What good to make ado	S
I held the gate and she came through	S
And took her homeward path anon	F
From the clear pool her face had fled	R
It rested on my heart instead	R
Reflected when the maid was gone	F
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With happy youth and work content	T
So sweet and stately on she went	T
Right careless of the untold tale	I
Each step she took I loved her more	U
And followed to her dairy door	U
The maiden with the milking pail	I
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II	V
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For hearts where wakened love doth lurk	W
How fine how blest a thing is work	W
For work does good when reasons fail	I
Good yet the axe at every stroke	X
The echo of a name awoke	X
Her name is Mary Martindale	I
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I'm glad that echo was not heard	Y
Aright by other men a bird	Y
Knows doubtless what his own notes tell	Z
And I know not but I can say	P
I felt as shame faced all that day	P
As if folks heard her name right well	Z
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And when the west began to glow	E
I went I could not choose but go	E
To that same dairy on the hill	A2
And while sweet Mary moved about	B2
Within I came to her without	B2
And leaned upon the window sill	A2
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The garden border where I stood	C2
Was sweet with pinks and southernwood	C2
I spoke her answer seemed to fail	I
I smelt the pinks I could not see	P
The dusk came down and sheltered me	P
And in the dusk she heard my tale	I
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And what is left that I should tell	Z
I begged a kiss I pleaded well	Z
The rosebud lips did long decline	F
But yet I think I think 'tis true	S
That leaned at last into the dew	S
One little instant they were mine	F
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O life how dear thou hast become	D2
She laughed at dawn and I was dumb	D2
But evening counsels best prevail	I
Fair shine the blue that o'er her spreads	P
Green be the pastures where she treads	P
The maiden with the milking pail	I

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