Twelve
When first we came to the Country Fair, strange players wove their spell round us in lazing noon:
no one thought the day should ever end. Had we all turned into crows, would we have been surprised?
The speaker looks back at arriving at a country fair and immediately falling under its influence. Strange players create a spell in the slow, sleepy heat of noon, and everyone loses track of time—no one believes the day will ever end.
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