Busy in pastures ablaze in the dawn
Swathed in the sweat of a dull copper morn,
Veiled in the shade of a harbourless cloud
Sharing the wind with a solitary crowd
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A droning beetle glides in mazy rings,
Grey snakes that slither round a sunken tree
Whereon a blackbird sings her silvr'y airs
To swathes of daisies dancing in the fields,
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