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First Line: Who stands, the crux left of the watershed
Last Line: Ears poise before decision, scenting danger
Alternate Author Name(s): Auden, W. H.
Variant Title(s): Who Stands, The Crux Left Of The Watershe

Who stands, the crux left of the watershed.
On the wet road between the chafing grass
Below him sees dismantled washing-floors,
Snatches of tramline running to the wood.
An industry already comatose.
Yet sparsely living. A ramshackle engine
At Cashwell raises water; for ten years
It lay in flooded workings until this.
Its latter office, grudgingly performed.
And further here and there, though many dead
Lie under the poor soil, some acts are chosen
Taken from recent winters; two there were
Cleaned out a damaged shaft by hand, clutching
The winch the gale would tear them from; one died
During a storm, the fells impassable,
Not at his village, but in wooden shape
Through long abandoned levels nosed his way
And in his final valley went to ground.

Go home, now, stranger, proud of your young stock,
Stranger, turn back again, frustrate and vexed:
This land, cut off, will not communicate,
Be no accessory content to one
Aimless for faces rather there than here.
Beams from your car may cross a bedroom wall.
They wake no sleeper; you may hear the wind
Arriving driven from the ignorant sea
To hurt itself on pane, on bark of elm
Where sap unbaffled rises, being spring;
But seldom this. Near you, taller than grass,
Ears poise before decision, scenting danger.

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