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So come while sheep, now shorn, may run
Clean white, below the yellow sun,
In daisy beds; before
The swinging hook may come to shear
The yellow wheat with nodding ear,
Come, welcome, to my door.
F.
I'll rest
Beside the clover-whiten'd knap,
With weary hand upon my lap,
One day your happy guest.
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