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An old man cocked his ear upon a bridge; He and his friend, their faces to the South, ''Had trod the uneven road. Their boots were soiled,'' Their Connemara cloth worn out of shape; They had kept a steady pace as though their beds, Despite a dwindling and late-risen moon, ''Were distant still. An old man cocked his ear.''

made that sound?