Alone amid the fields without a friend I stood,
While Time, like a ploughman, drove the sun to the west.
Yon horizon, gorgeous with the crimson-fading crest,
Filled my frame with joy, the joy of solitude.
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Just lovely! I see that lonesome lad, lost in his own world, but never lonely or sad! A 10 for this crisp write, neither tedious nor made obscure by semantic exuberance or twist!