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In dream again within the clean cold hell	A
Of glazed and aching silence he was trapped	B
And closing in the blank walls of his cell	A
Crushed stifling on him when the bracken snapped	B
Caught in his clutching fingers and he lay	C
Awake upon his back among the fern	D
With free eyes travelling the wide blue day	C
Unhindered unremembering while a burn	D
Tinkled and gurgled somewhere out of sight	E
Unheard of him till suddenly aware	F
Of its cold music shivering in the light	E
He raised himself and with far ranging stare	F
Looked all about him and with dazed eyes wide	G
Saw still as in a numb unreal dream	H
Black figures scouring a far hill side	G
With now and then a sunlit rifle's gleam	H
And knew the hunt was hot upon his track	I
Yet hardly seemed to mind somehow just then	J
But kept on wondering why they looked so black	I
On that hot hillside all those little men	J
Who scurried round like beetles twelve all told	K
He counted them twice over and began	L
A third time reckoning them but could not hold	K
His starved wits to the business while they ran	L
So brokenly and always stuck at 'five'	M
And 'One two three four five ' a dozen times	N
He muttered 'Can you catch a fish alive '	O
Sang mocking echoes of old nursery rhymes	N
Through the strained tingling hollow of his head	P
And now almost remembering he was stirred	Q
To pity them and wondered if they'd fed	P
Since he had or if ever since they'd heard	Q
Two nights ago the sudden signal gun	R
That raised alarm of his escape they too	S
Had fasted in the wilderness and run	R
With nothing but the thirsty wind to chew	S
And nothing in their bellies but a fill	T
Of cold peat water till their heads were light	E
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The crackling of a rifle on the hill	T
Rang in his ears and stung to headlong flight	E
He started to his feet and through the brake	U
He plunged in panic heedless of the sun	R
That burned his cropped head to a red hot ache	U
Still racked with crackling echoes of the gun	R
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Then suddenly the sun enkindled fire	V
Of gorse upon the moor top caught his eye	W
And that gold glow held all his heart's desire	V
As like a witless flame bewildered fly	W
He blundered towards the league wide yellow blaze	X
And tumbled headlong on the spikes of bloom	Y
And rising bruised and bleeding and adaze	X
Struggled through clutching spines the dense sweet fume	Y
Of nutty acrid scent like poison stealing	Z
Through his hot blood the bristling yellow glare	F
Spiking his eyes with fire till he went reeling	Z
Stifled and blinded on and did not care	F
Though he were taken wandering round and round	A2
'Jerusalem the Golden' quavering shrill	T
Changing his tune to 'Tommy Tiddler's Ground'	A2
Till just a lost child on that dazzling hill	T
Bewildered in a glittering golden maze	X
Of stinging scented fire he dropped quite done	R
A shrivelling wisp within a world ablaze	X
Beneath a blinding sky one blaze of sun	R

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