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Who was there had seen us Wouldn't bid him run? Heavy lay between us All our sires had done. There he was, a-springing Of a pious race, Setting hags a-swinging In a market-place; Sowing turnips over Where the poppies lay; Looking past the clover, Adding up the hay; Shouting through the Spring song, Clumping down the sod; Toadying, in sing-song, To a crabbed god. There I was, that came of Folk of mud and name- I that had my name of Them without a name. Up and down a mountain Streeled my silly stock; Passing by a fountain, Wringing at a rock; Devil-gotten sinners, Throwing back their heads, Fiddling for their dinners, Kissing for their beds. Not a one had seen us Wouldn't help him flee. Angry ran between us Blood of him and me. How shall I be mating Who have looked above- Living for a hating, Dying of a love?
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