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Rh Cricketing below, rushed brown and red with sunshine;
 * O the dark translucence of the deep-eyed cool!

Spying from the farm, herself she fetched a pitcher
 * Full of milk, and tilted for each in turn the beak.

Then a little fellow, mouth up and on tiptoe,
 * Said, 'I will kiss you:' she laughed and leaned her cheek.

Doves of the fir-wood walling high our red roof
 * Through the long noon coo, crooning through the coo.

Loose droop the leaves, and down the sleepy roadway
 * Sometimes pipes a chaffinch; loose droops the blue.

Cows flap a slow tail knee-deep in the river,
 * Breathless, given up to sun and gnat and fly.

Nowhere is she seen; and if I see her nowhere,
 * Lightning may come, straight rains and tiger sky.

O the golden sheaf, the rustling treasure-armful
 * O the nutbrown tresses nodding interlaced