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48 The big doors of the
country-barn stand open and
ready;
The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow- drawn wagon;
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green in- tertinged;
The armfuls are packt to the sagging mow.
49 I am there — I help — I came stretcht atop of the load;
I felt its soft jolts — one leg reclined on the other;
I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy,
And roll head over heels, and tangle my hair full of wisps.
The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow- drawn wagon;
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green in- tertinged;
The armfuls are packt to the sagging mow.
49 I am there — I help — I came stretcht atop of the load;
I felt its soft jolts — one leg reclined on the other;
I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy,
And roll head over heels, and tangle my hair full of wisps.
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