.Knows he who tills this lonely field (to reap its scanty corn)
What mystic fruit his acres yield (at midnight and morn?)
In the long sunny afternoon (the plain was full of ghosts)
They took this valley for their toy (they played with it in every mood)
A cell for prayer, a b.
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