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Now once again the angry sun Wheels up the heaven his tireless way; Once more we strangling herds of men Wake to our labours never-done, Rise up to toil another day. Down flares the heat on town and street, Wide-warping pillar, span and plinth; Once more my burning, wearied eyes Within this monstrous labyrinth Meet the mad heat that stifles me, And O, my baffled spirit flies In dreams to thy green wood and thee, To thee!... To thee!...