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And with it came the thought, “I do not know

Her name⁠—no, nor her face.” But still his mood

Ran blithely as he felt the morning blow

About him, and the earth-smell in the wood

Seemed waking for long hours that must be good

Here, in the unfettered lands, that knew no cause

For grudging⁠—out of reach of the old laws.