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 To look all day at faces strange and cold.

Oft full of smoke that town; its summer's day

Was darker than a summer's night at sea;

Poison was there, and still men rushed for it,

Like cows for acorns that have made them sick.

That town was rich and old; man's flesh was cheap,

But common earth was dear to buy one foot.

If I must be fenced in, then let my fence

Be some green hedgerow; under its green sprays,

That shake suspended, let me walk in joy—

As I do now, in these dear months I love.