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The Dark Girl’s Rhyme

WHO was there had seen us
 Wouldn’t bid him run?
Heavy lay between us
 All our sires had done.

There he was, a-springing
 Of a pious race—
Setting hags a-swinging
 In a market-place;

Sowing turnips over
 Where the poppies lay;
Looking past the clover,
 Adding up the hay;

Shouting through the Spring song,
 Clumping down the sod;
Toadying, in sing-song,
 To a crabbèd god.

There I was, that came of
 Folk of mud and flame—
I that had my name of
 Them without a name.

Up and down a mountain
 Streeled my silly stock;
Passing by a fountain,
 Wringing at a rock;

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