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Rh I ám so véry, O só very glad

That I dó think there is not to be had...

The blue wheat-acre is underneath

And the braided ear breaks out of the sheath,

The ear in milk, lush the sash,

And crush-silk poppies aflash,

The blood-gush blade-gash

Flame-rash rudred

Bud shelling or broad-shed

Tatter-tassel-tangled and dingle-a-dangled

Dandy-hung dainty head.

And down ... the furrow dry

Sunspurge and oxeye

And laced-leaved lovely

Foam-tuft fumitory

Through the velvety wind V-winged

To the nest's nook I balance and buoy

With a sweet joy of a sweet joy,

Sweet, of a sweet, of a sweet joy

Of a sweet—a sweet—sweet—joy.'