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Yet wonderfully some rumour spread abroad—
An inarticulate sense of life renewing
In each young heart—He whistled down the road:
Men said: “There’s Dymer”—“Why, what’s Dymer doing?”
“I don’t know”—“Look, there’s Dymer,”—far pursuing
With troubled eyes—A long mysterious “Oh”
Sighed from a hundred throats to see him go.