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Endless lanes sunken in the clay, / Bays, and traverses, fringed with wasted herbage, / Seed-pods of blue scabious, and some lingering blooms; / And the sky, seen as from a well, / Brilliant with frosty stars.
We stumble, cursing, on the slippery duck-boards, / Goaded like the damned by some invisible wrath, / A will stronger than weariness, stronger than animal fear, / Implacable and monotonous.