Over his lands up to
The sea-view
The Baron
In the early Dawn
Was up
And strutting
Handkerchief in hand
Wiping sweat
Of climbing fields and field walls
Going down
Going up.
And
The heavens bent
Themselves backwards
In a gymnast act
To kiss the sea horizon
And the
Ocean immensities.
For
Over his lands up to
The sea-view
The Baron
In the early Dawn
Was up
And strutting
Handkerchief in hand
Wiping sweat
Of climbing fields and field walls
Going down
Going up.
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