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 "And I should not have sat here. Everything

Would have been different. For it would have been

Another world." "Ay, and a better, though

If we could see all all might seem good." Then

The lovers came out of the wood again:

The horses started and for the last time

I watched the clods crumble and topple over

After the ploughshare and the stumbling team.

THAW

INTERVAL

the wild day:

A wilder night

Coming makes way

For brief twilight.

Where the firm soaked road

Mounts and is lost

In the high beech-wood

It shines almost.

The beeches keep

A stormy rest,

Breathing deep

Of wind from the west.

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