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Too wearily had we and
Been left to look and left to long,
Yea, song and we to long and look,
Since thine acquainted feet

It was not when temptation came,
Swiftly and blastingly as flame,
And seared me white with burning scars;
When I stood up for age-long wars And held the very Fiend at grips;

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent
With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk
Only a thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass...

Is
But
Is quicker