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In France

HE poplars in the fields of France Are golden ladies come to dance ;

But yet to see them there is none But I and the September sun.

The girl who in their shadow sits Can only see the sock she knits ;

Her dog is watching all the day That not a cow shall go astray.

The leisurely contented cows Can only see the earth they browse ;

Their piebald bodies through the grass With busy, munching noses pass.

Alone the sun and I behold Processions crowned with shining gold The poplars in the fields of France,

Like glorious ladies come to dance.

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Frances Darwin Cornford

Frances Crofts Cornford (née Darwin; 30 March 1886 – 19 August 1960) was an English poet; because of the similarity of her first name, her fathe…

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