The Ox Forgotten, Leaving the Man Alone

7. The Ox Forgotten, Leaving the Man Alone


Riding on the animal, he is at last back in his home,
Where lo! the ox is no more; the man alone sits serenely.
Though the red sun is high up in the sky, he is still quietly dreaming,
Under a straw-thatched roof are his whip and rope idly lying.


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