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THERE was a stunted handpost just on the crest, / Only a few feet high: / She was tired, and we stopped in the twilight-time for her rest, / At the crossways close thereby.
She leant back, being so weary, against its stem, / And laid her arms on its own, / Each open palm stretched out to each end of them, / Her sad face sideways thrown.