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The dust trails on the lonely road,
 * In heavy accents crenks the dray;

The black-maned horses drag their load,
 * At tardy pace upon their way.

Upon the white, unending track,
 * The drowsy carrier casts his gaze;

Miles lie before and miles lie back,
 * Tree and post are steeped in haze.

Poplar after poplar straying,
 * Pear-tree, apple-tree, and plane;

Summer-heat o'er meadow playing,
 * The corn-field rustles, rich in grain.

Strings of the mighty lyre to hear,
 * The quivering air upon them floats;

As in the country far and near,
 * From other worlds were borne their notes.

Is any nigh, their song to heed?
 * The carrier nods, in calm and peace;

'Mid sweltering heat the shoots bear seed—
 * Can ought here from its slumber cease?

"" (1911).