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what's o'clock
EVELYN RAY
No decent man will cross a field
Laid down to hay, until its yield
Laid down to hay, until its yield
Is cut and cocked, yet there was the track
Going in from the lane and none coming back.
Going in from the lane and none coming back.
But that was afterwards; before,
The field was smooth as a sea off shore
The field was smooth as a sea off shore
On a shimmering afternoon, waist-high
With bent, and red top, and timothy,
With bent, and red top, and timothy,
Lush with oat grass and tall fescue,
And the purple green of Kentucky blue;
And the purple green of Kentucky blue;
