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with the women at home
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and the men away.
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Reader,
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what I heard was but the melody of children at play,
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nothing but that, and so limpid was the air that
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within this vapor of blended voices majestic and minute,
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remote and magically near,
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frank and divinely enigmatic,
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one could hear now and then, as if released,
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an almost inarticulate spurt of vivid laughter
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or the crack of a bat
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or the clatter of a toy wagon,