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WHAT pain, to wake and miss you! / To wake with a tightened heart, / And mouth reaching forward to kiss you!
This then at last is the dawn, and the bell / Clanging at the farm! Such bewilderment / Comes with the sight of the room, I cannot tell.
It is raining. Down the half-obscure road / Four labourers pass with their scythes / Dejectedly;--a huntsman goes by with his load:
A gun, and a bunched-up deer, its four little feet / Clustered dead.--And this is the dawn / For which I wanted the night to retreat!