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/ We stood where the fields were beryl, / The redolent woodland was warm; / And the heaven above us, now sterile, / Was alive with the pulse-winds of storm.
/ We had watched the green wheat brighten / And gloom as it winced at each gust; / And the turbulent maples whiten / As the lane blew gray with dust.