The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.
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