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 At once he felt not all his pain,

But murmuringly apologised,

Turned, once more sought the undersized

Blown trees, and the long lanky lane,

Wondering and pondering on, past where

A lamp before him glanced and stayed

Across his path, so that his shade

Seemed like a giant's moving there. 28