Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
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