How long this senseless stone by bound by night,
And buffeted by every wind on high,-
Then workmen came, they salvaged it; the dry
Earth swept away and lifted it to sight.
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Something is calling ... calling through the rain,-
I heard it first when I was but a child,
Careless, among rose-brambles running wild.
I heard it next when loss sent swordlike pain
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The sunlight of a waning winter day
Sent one long ray, aflame, across the gloom
Where Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,
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I cannot see the mountains for the fences,
Although the hills aspire unto the sky,
And this near length of wooden palings rises
Not taller, much, than any man is high.
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Cover them ... cover them, over and over
With blankets of sweet grass and fresh white clover.
Cover them ... cover them, that none may see
Which were the bond-slaves and which were the free.
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Wakonda,- unknown Wakonda,
Thou who slayeth with Light,
See the warrior bend
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Deeper than the sea
That has no sounding,
Softer than the hush
That comes when all is over,
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Construction sets a mighty maypole up
Cloud-touching tip, base held in granite cup.
Instead of romping girls and shouting boys,
Damned drilling din and baleful blasting noise.
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Faintly heard mutterings,
Dimly seen flutterings,
Crouching forms ... tangled hair,
Withered limbs ... visage bare.
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Road that passes valleys,
(A many-tinted scroll),
Dark with pines, gay with blooms,
Unwinds beside the sea;
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