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Pastoral

Rating: 2.9

The enquiring fields, courtesies
And tribulations of the air-
Be still and give them peace:

The girl in the gold hair
With her young man in clover
In shadow of the day's glare

And there they were by the river
Where a leafs light interval

Ringed the deep hurrying mirror;
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