1     The wind flapp'd loose, the wind was still,
2     Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
3     I had walk'd on at the wind's will,--
4     I sat now, for the wind was still.

5     Between my knees my forehead was,--
6     My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
7     My hair was over in the grass,
8     My naked ears heard the day pass.

9     My eyes, wide open, had the run
10   Of some ten weeds to fix upon;
11   Among those few, out of the sun,
12   The woodspurge flower'd, three cups in one.

13   From perfect grief there need not be
14   Wisdom or even memory:
15   One thing then learnt remains to me,--
16   The woodspurge has a cup of three. 

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