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Excerpt from Robert Frost Under the long fell's stony eavesThe ploughman, going up and down, Ridge after ridge man's tide-mark leaves, And turns the hard grey soil to brown. Striding, he measures out the earthIn lines of life, to rain and sun;And every year that comes to birthSees him still striding on and on. The seasons change, and then return;Yet still, in blind, unsparing ways, However I may shrink or yearn.