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I saw history in a poet’s song,

In a river-reach and a gallows-hill,

In a bridal bed, and a secret wrong,

In a crown of thorns: in a daffodil.

I imagined measureless time in a day,

And starry space in a waggon-road,

And the treasure of all good harvests lay

In the single seed that the sower sowed.

My garden-wind had driven and havened again

All ships that ever had gone to sea,

And I saw the glory of all dead men

In the shadow that went by the side of me.