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31 Himself he propped, his body, limbs, and face,

Upon a long grey Staff of shaven wood:

And, still as I drew near with gentle pace,

Beside the little pond or moorish flood

Motionless as a Cloud the Old Man stood;

That heareth not the loud winds when they call;

And moveth altogether, if it move at all.

At length, himself unsettling, he the Pond

Stirred with his Staff, and fixedly did look

Upon the muddy water, which he conn'd,

As if he had been reading in a book:

And now such freedom as I could I took;

And, drawing to his side, to him did say,

"This morning gives us promise of a glorious day."

A gentle answer did the Old Man make,

In courteous speech which forth he slowly drew:

And him with further words I thus bespake,

"What kind of work is that which you pursue?

This is a lonesome place for one like you."

He answered me with pleasure and surprise;

And there was, while he spake, a fire about his eyes.