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Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
Of thee, from the hill-top looking down;
And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm,
Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm;

For each ecstatic
We must an anguish
In keen and quivering
To the Ecstasy