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Over

[ This is a poem of yet-unknown substance, but shortly its content will show forth its glory. It may become needful to read to the ending to fathom its import and savor its moment. ]


Over a field

Over a grown field

And over a mown field

A field of a bell which may ring from afar

Affinity afferent ably abroad

Fresh with hay, fresh with flowers

A mediant meadow to measure

Both over and under

Both in and around

Between behind beguiling before

For a field

Over a field

Under a field

So far afield I fell, feeling fed

Few findings had grown

Around a gown

To drown

Under an over and under an offering

A field

A blowing growing flower of fast falling meadows

A blossom, about a fine flower

Forever

Afield


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