IN AN ORCHARD
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Airy and quick and wise In the shed light of the sun, You clasp with friendly eyes The thoughts from mine that run.
But something breaks the link; I solitary stand By a giant gully's brink In some vast gloomy land.
Sole central watcher, I With steadfast sadness now In that waste place descry 'Neath the awful heavens how
Your life doth dizzy drop A little foam of flame From a peak without a top To a pit without a name.