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AYLMER’S FIELD.
Found a dead man, a letter edged with deathBeside him, and the dagger which himselfGave Edith, redden'd with no bandit's blood:'From Edith' was engraven on the blade.
 Then Averill went and gazed upon his death.And when he came again, his flock believed—Beholding how the years which are not Time'sHad blasted him—that many thousand daysWere clipt by horror from his term of life.Yet the sad mother, for the second deathScarce touch'd her thro' that nearness of the first,And being used to find her pastor texts,Sent to the harrow'd brother, praying himTo speak before the people of her child,And fixt the Sabbath. Darkly that day rose:Autumn's mock sunshine of the faded woodsWas all the life of it; for hard on these,A breathless burthen of low-folded heavensStifled and chill'd at once: but every roof
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