The Plowboy

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 AFTER the last red sunset glimmer,
Black on the line of a low hill rise,
Formed into moving shadows, I saw
A plowboy and two horses lined against the gray,
Plowing in the dusk the last furrow.
The turf had a gleam of brown, And smell of soil was in the air, And, cool and moist, a haze of April.
I shall remember you long, Plowboy and horses against the sky in shadow.
I shall remember you and the picture You made for me, Turning the turf in the dusk And haze of an April gloaming.

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