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He squats by the fire	A
On his three legged stool	B
When all in the house	C
With slumber are full	D
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And he warms his great hands	E
Hanging loose from each knee	F
And he whistles as soft	G
As the night wind at sea	F
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For his work now is done	H
All the water is sweet	I
He has turned each brown loaf	J
And breathed magic on it	K
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The milk in the pan	L
And the bacon on beam	M
He has spelled with his thumb	N
And bewitched has the dream	M
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Not a mouse not a moth	O
Not a spider but sat	P
And quaked as it wondered	Q
What next he'd be at	P
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But his heart O his heart	R
It belies his great nose	S
And at gleam of his eye	T
Not a soul would suppose	S
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He had stooped with great thumbs	U
And big thatched head	V
To tuck his small mistress	W
More snugly in bed	V
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Who would think now a throat	X
So lank and so thin	Y
Might make birds seem to warble	Z
In the dream she is in	Y
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Now hunched by the fire	A
While the embers burn low	A2
He nods until daybreak	B2
And at daybreak he'll go	A2
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Soon the first cock will 'light	X
From his perch and point high	T
His beak at the Ploughboy	C2
Grown pale in the sky	T
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And crow will he shrill	D2
Then meek as a mouse	C
Lob will rouse up and shuffle	Z
Straight out of the house	C
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His supper for breakfast	X
For wages his work	E2
And to warm his great hands	E
Just an hour in the mirk	E2

Walter De La Mare

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