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

— Edmund Charles Blunden

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

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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