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Still rests the heavy share on the dark soil: / Upon the black mould thick the dew-damp lies: / The horse waits patient: from his lowly toil / The ploughboy to the morning lifts his eyes.
The unbudding hedgerows dark against day's fires / Glitter with gold-lit crystals: on the rim / Over the unregarding city's spires / The lonely beauty shines alone for him.
And day by day the dawn or dark enfolds / And feeds with beauty eyes that cannot see / How in her womb the mighty mother moulds / The infant spirit for eternity.