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THE DAY OF THE POLL In the town by the sea it was the day of the poll, and the poet regarded it sadly when he woke and saw the light of it coming in at his window between two small curtains of gauze. THE PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE TOWN BY THE SEA IT WAS THE DAY OF THE POLE AND THE POET REGARDED IT SADLY WHEN HE WOKE AND SAW THE LIGHT OF IT COMING IN AT HIS WINDOW BETWEEN TWO SMALL CURTAINS OF GAUZE
 field. He had not been out of London all that year, and he promised to come with me and look at the field, and tell me what was going to happen there. It was late in July when we went. The pavement, the air, the houses and the dirt had been all baked dry by the summer, the weary traffic dragged on, and on, and on, and Sleep spreading her wings soared up and floated from London and went to walk beautifully in rural places. When the poet saw the field he was delighted, the flowers were out in masses all along the stream, he went down to the little wood rejoicing. By the side of the stream he stood and seemed very sad. Once or twice he looked up and down it mournfully, then he bent and looked at the king-cups, first one and then another, very closely, and shaking his head. For a long while he stood in silence, and all my old uneasiness returned, and my bodings for the future. And then I said, "What manner of field is it?" And he shook his head sorrowfully. "It is a battlefield," he said.  THE DAY OF THE POLE CHAPTER FIFTEEN OF A DREAMER'S TALES BY LORD DUNSANI THIS LEPER BOX RECORDING IS IN
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