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Now the Spring’s cold

Foam-crested waves, the bright

Hedges, delay

To break and quench the light

Of golden fields with spray

Of hawthorn. As of old

Men saw the steep

Walls of the Red Sea round them,

Quiet sheep

Watch the wild hedge forbear to drown them.