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The lantern throws a wavering shadow round / The umber aisles; the cows in stanchions rowed / Turn their soft gaze, their curving horns surround / The fragrant tossing of their rustling food; / Their limpid eyes, their breathing, slow, profound, / Seem on some great unworded Theme to brood -- / Some evenness of sky and solitude, / Or placid pool or hill with maples crowned.
From stall to stall the horses' darkling eyes / And upflung heads connote our interlude; / And scenting nostrils whicker their surprise / At human forms that on this peace intrude; / The shadows smell of milk, and straw, and rude / Farm implements accent the lantern-patch; / Ringed globules tremble on the bundled thatch, / Leaping to dusky beam and rafter wood.