This path has trodden for long
and barely in mind for passers
'Dream is lone, long we see
Road never broke, made stronger:
To earth; there will be someone
broken rather, with this shooting sky
and all her cultivation, must have been
burgled-with spate of smoke and grey
'still lives, heaps of ash; beneath
under whose guilt hidden the feather
'once in his journey; a peasant met on earth
-so long the day; perch on for ever heart...
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