Twould ruin my day! And this
Expanse of calm
Forged, musing on this Earth-world's
Green vale, disrupt;
Should that great fury, and
Peerless despair
Of what's smooth layed, sky-domed
Beneath, blow up.
No child, on wonder raised!
Now matured in
Awe of self, all life at peace
Shakes, quakes abrupt.
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