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    lived under ts of war and

    ing  of they lay

    mingled ural stones, some of whe marks of

    he sun, and also

    bits of pottery and glass broug cultivators

    of tinkled against tones, t music

    eco t to my

    labor  and immeasurable crop.  It was no

    longer beans t I  hoed beans; and I remembered

    y as pride, if I remembered at all, my acquaintances

    y to attend torios.  thawk

    circled overernoons -- for I sometimes made a

    day of it -- like a mote in the eye, or in heavens eye, falling

    from time to time he heavens were

    rent, torn at last to very rags and tatters, and yet a seamless cope

    remained; small imps t fill the

    ground on bare sand or rocks on tops of hills, where few have

    found t up from the

    pond, as leaves are raised by to float in the heavens; such

    kindredsure.  the wave

    ed

    o tal unfledged pinions of the sea.  Or

    sometimes I che sky,

    alternately soaring and descending, approaching, and leaving one

    anot of my os.  Or I

    tracted by to t,

    quivering winnowing sound and carrier e; or from

    under a rotten stump my urned up a sluggisentous and

    outlandisted salamander, a trace of Egypt and t

    our contemporary.  o lean on my hese sounds and

    sig of the

    inexible entertainment wry offers.

    On gala days tos great guns, which echo like