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1892–1953

Walking at Night.

Edward Shanks

The moon poured down on tree and field, The leaf was silvered on the hedge, The sleeping kine were half revealed, Half shadowed at the pasture's edge.

By steep inclines and long descents, Amid the inattentive trees, You spoke of the four elements, The four eternal mysteries.

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