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I saw within the wheelwright s shed	A
The big round cartwheels blue and red	A
A plough with blunted share	B
A blue tin jug a broken chair	B
And paint in trial patchwork square	B
Slapping up against the wall	C
The lumber of the wheelwright s trade	D
And tools on benches neatly laid	D
The brace the adze the awl	C
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And framed within the latticed panes	E
Above the cluttered sill	C
Saw rooks upon the stubble hill	C
Seeking forgotten grains	E
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And all the air was sweet and shrill	C
With juice of apples heaped in skips	F
Fermenting rotten soft and bruise	G
And all the yard was strewn with pips	F
Discarded pulp and wrung out ooze	G
That ducks with rummaging flat bill	C
Searched through beside the cider press	H
To gobble in their greediness	H
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The young men strained upon the crank	I
To wring the last reluctant inch	J
They laughed together fair and frank	I
And threw their loins across the winch	J
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A holiday from field and dung	K
From plough and harrow scythe and spade	D
To dabble in another trade	D
The crush the pippins in the slats	H
And see that in the little vats	H
An extra pint was wring	L
While round about the worthies stood	M
Profuse in comment praise or blame	N
Content the press should be of wood	M
Advising rum decrying wheat	O
And black strong sugar makes it sweet	O
But still resolved with maundering tongue	K
That cider could not be the same	N
As once when they were young	K
But still the young contemptuous men	P
Laughed kindly at their old conceit	O
And strained upon the crank again	P
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Now barrels ranged in portly line	Q
Mature through winter s sleep	R
Aping the leisured sloths of wine	Q
That dreams of Tiber or the Rhine	Q
Mellowing slow and deep	R
But keen and cold the northern nights	H
Sharpen the quiet yard	S
And sharp like no rich southern wine	Q
The tang of cider bites	H
For here the splintered stars and hard	S
Hold England in a frosty guard	S
Orion and Pleiades	H
Above the wheelwright s shed	A
And Sirius resting on the trees	H
While all the village snores abed	A

Victoria Sackville-west

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