As on the highway's quiet edge
He mows the grass beside the hedge,
The old man has for company
The distant, grey, salt-smelling sea,
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Awesome...He slowly, slowly scythes alone
In silence of the wind-soft air,
With ladies' bedstraw everywhere,
With whitened corn, and tarry poles,
And far-off gulls like risen souls.
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Awesome...He slowly, slowly scythes alone In silence of the wind-soft air, With ladies' bedstraw everywhere, With whitened corn, and tarry poles, And far-off gulls like risen souls.