How memory cuts away the years,
And how clean the picture comes
Of autumn days, brisk and busy;
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I edged back against the night.
The sea growled assault on the wave-bitten shore.
And the breakers,
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I stand between them and the outer winds,
But I am a crumbling wall.
They told me they could bear the blast alone,
They told me: that was all.
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Across the hot square, where the barbaric sun
Pours coarse laughter on the crowds,
Trumpets throw their loud nooses
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When an old man walks with lowered head
And eyes that do not seem to see,
I wonder does he ponder on
The worm he was or is to be.
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Temper my spirit, oh Lord,
Burn out its alloy,
And make it a pliant steel for thy wielding,
Not a clumsy toy,
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'Isn't it quaint,' he turned and said to me,
'To watch these village people at the fair?'
But I had seen too often what was there;
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Since the earliest days I have dressed myself
In fanciful clothes;
Trying to satisfy a whispering insistence.
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Plow not nor plant this arid mound.
Here is no sap for seed,
No ferment for your need-
Ungrateful ground!
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