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Rudyard Kipling - Fastness
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This is the end whereto men toiled
  Before thy coachman guessed his fate,—
  How thou shouldst leave thy, `scutcheoned gate
On that new wheel which is the oiled—

To see the England Shakespeare saw
  (Oh, Earth, `tis long since Shallow died!
  Yet by yon farrowed sow may hide 
Some blue deep minion of the Law)—

To range from Ashby-de-la-Zouch
  By Lyonnesse to Locksley Hall,
  Or haply, nearer home, appal
Thy father`s sister`s staid barouche.
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