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Louis MacNeice - Eclogue by a Five-barred Gate
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Well, I dreamt it was a hot day, the territorials 
Were out on melting asphalt under the howitzers, 
The brass music bounced on the houses. Come 
I heard cry as it were a water-nymph, come and fulfil me 
And I sped floating, my feet plashing in the tops of the wheat 
But my eyes were blind, 
I found her with my hands lying on the drying hay, 
Wet heat in the deeps of the hay, as my hand delved, 
And I possessed her, gross and good like the hay, 
And she went and my eyes regained sight and the sky was full of ladders 
Angels ascending and descending with a shine like mackerel--- 
Now I come to tell it it sounds nonsense.
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