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The Gardener
While drums pounded and cymbals / Drove men mad and bronze siege cannon / Pulverized walls built to last till the day...
The Ends of the Earth
The wind shears through hardwoods, / then rain brings down the leaves / here, eight thousand miles east of / their archipelago of service, / maplike now in its remoteness. ...