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RASHED through the woods that lumbering
 * Coach. The dust

Of flinted roads bepowdering felloe and hood. Its gay paint cracked, its axles red with rust, It lunged, lurched, toppled through a solitude

Of whispering boughs, and feathery, nid-nod grass. Plodded the fetlocked horses. Glum and mum, Its ancient Coachman recked not where he was, Nor into what strange haunt his wheels were come.

Crumbling the leather of his dangling reins; Worn to a cow's tuft his stumped, idle whip; Sharp eyes of beast and bird in the trees' green lanes Gleamed out like stars above a derelict ship.