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MOWING
Robert Frost
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe... -
THE AXE-HELVE
Robert Frost
Ive known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind... -
Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower...