Towards democracy
456 Towards Democracy
And the smell of the earth—and I like the warm smell of the horses. L
Jeannie goes in the furrow, and Rob on the fallow: they go very steady ;
And when the ground is soft-like, it’s good enough going, | but when it’s stiff it stretches your arms a bit:
Lord! it does make you sweat!
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HORE! chork! The white sea-cliff, the crawling waves, the fringe of | weed between, : Midway a cleft, in the rock—from aboye, from below,
unseen.
Chork! chork!
The sun alone looks in where my. nest is; the moon | shines in the blinking eyes of my children.
Sweet is the warm night nestling all together, sweet the : dawn by the fresh air fanned,
Sweet to arise and soar into the blue weather—to see the): brown fields and pastures inland!
To sail inland, a dozen together, to the feeding grounds, , and unearth the fat white slugs, (chork! chork!)
Yo roam and range with the others—how sweet !—and f yet not with them,
Forgetting never