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No life in earth |
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Or air or sky |
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The sunbeams broken silently |
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On the bared rocks around me lie |
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Cold rocks with half warmed lichens scarred |
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And scales of moss |
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And scarce a yard |
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Away one long strip yellow barred |
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Lost in a cleft |
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'Tis but a stride |
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To reach it |
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Thrust its roots aside |
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And lift it on thy stick astride |
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For round thee |
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Thrilling air and space |
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A chattering terror fills the place |
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A sound as of dry bones that stir |
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In the dead valley |
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By yon fir |
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The locust stops its noonday whir |
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The wild bird hears |
| [01:16.686] |
Smote with the sound |
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As if by bullet brought to ground |
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On broken wing dips |
| [01:38.38] |
Wheeling round |
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The hare transfixed with trembling lip |
