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THE BRICKLAYER, by            
First Line: I saunter home in the evening
Last Line: Sings a red song of the bricks.
Subject(s): Bricklayers; Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers


I SAUNTER home in the evening,
And the sweat on my tired arms sticks,
But my apron into the darkness
Sings a red song of the bricks.

It sings how upward and upward
I climbed with my red load high;
I was seen up there on the roof-top,
On the dark blue roof of the sky.

Like a roundabout whirled my eyesight;
The mist in the wind made moan.
But the Morning too had a burden
And carried red bricks of its own.

I saunter home in the evening,
And the sweat on my tired arms sticks,
But my apron into the darkness
Sings a red song of the bricks.





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