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The Gardener

Richard Tillinghast

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

Richard Tillinghast

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. ...