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/ We stood where the fields were tawny, / Where the redolent woodland was warm, / And the summer above us, now lawny, / Was alive with the pulse winds of storm.
/ And we watched weak wheat waves lighten, / And wince and hiss at each gust, / And the turbulent maples whiten, / And the lane grow gray with dust.