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Yet wonderfully some rumour spread abroad⁠—

An inarticulate sense of life renewing

In each young heart⁠—He whistled down the road:

Men said: “There’s Dymer”⁠—“Why, what’s Dymer doing?”

“I don’t know”⁠—“Look, there’s Dymer,”⁠—far pursuing

With troubled eyes⁠—A long mysterious “Oh”

Sighed from a hundred throats to see him go.