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/ I. Above lone woodland ways that led / To dells the stealthy twilights tread / The west was hot geranium red; / And still, and still, / Along old lanes the locusts sow / With clustered pearls the Maytimes know, / Deep in the crimson afterglow, / We heard the homeward cattle low, / And then the far-off, far-off woe / Of "whippoorwill! " of "whippoorwill!"
/ II. Beneath the idle beechen boughs / We heard the far bells of the cows / Come slowly jangling towards the house; / And still, and still, / Beyond the light that would not die / Out of the scarlet-haunted sky; / Beyond the evening-star's white eye / Of glittering chalcedony, / Drained out of dusk the plaintive cry / Of "whippoorwill," of "whippoorwill."