And suddenly
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he noise of a fool in mock distress,Crashing and laughing and blindly going,Of ignorant feet and a swishing dress,And a Voice profaning the solitudes. The spell was broken, the key denied meAnd at length your flat clear voice beside meMouthed cheerful clear flat platitudes. You came and quacked beside me in the wood.You said, "The view from here is very good!"You said, "It's nice to be alone a bit!"And, "How the days are drawing out!" you said.You said, "The sunset's pretty, isn't it?" * * * * *
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