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There were three in the meadow by the brook / Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, / With an eye always lifted toward the west / Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud / Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger / Flickering across its bosom. Suddenly / One helper, thrusting pitchfork in the ground, / Marched himself off the field and home. One stayed.
The town-bred farmer failed to understand.