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- I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar
From rail-track and from highway, and I heard14 lines - When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay,
And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,20 lines - In the third-class seat sat the journeying boy,
And the roof-lamp's oily flame22 lines
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