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They raced; their brothers yelled them on, and broke In act to follow, but as one they snuffed
 * Wood-fumes, and by the fire that spoke
 * Of provender, its pale flame puffed,

And rolled athwart dwarf furzes gray-blue smoke. Soon on the dark edge of a ruddier gleam, The mother-pot perusing, all, stretched flat,
 * Paused for its bubbling-up supreme:
 * A dog upright in circle sat,

And oft his nose went with the flying steam. I turned and looked on heaven awhile, where now The moor-faced sunset broaden'd with red light;
 * Threw high aloft a golden bough,
 * And seemed the desert of the night

Far down with mellow orchards to endow.