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/ The teasel and the horsemint spread / The hillside as with sunset, sown / With blossoms, o'er the Standing-Stone / That ripples in its rocky bed: / There are no treasuries that hold / Gold richer than the marigold / That crowns its sparkling head.
/ 'Tis harvest time: a mower stands / Among the morning wheat and whets / His scythe, and for a space forgets / The labor of the ripening lands; / Then bends, and through the dewy grain / His long scythe hisses, and again / He swings it in his hands.