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The field and wood, all bone-fed loam,
Set up a roaring harvest-home.

— Edmund Charles Blunden

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I am for the woods against the world,
But are the woods for me?

Can she who shines so calm be fear?
What poison pours she in slumber's ear?

Cricket to us, like you, was more than play,
It was a worship in the summer sun.

Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan,
Use him as though you love him;
Court him, elude him, reel and pass,
And let him hate you through the glass.

Old farm-houses with their white faces
Fly, and their ghosts have taken their places;
Even the signposts like grim liars
Point to losing brakes and briars.

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